Chapter 85

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t think—shit! I could hardly even see within three feet in front of me. My vision had become completely obscured by the amount of tears that came flooding down my face.

Worst of all, my heart ached in a way I hadn’t felt since I attended my dad’s funeral.

I couldn’t bear it. I didn’t want to think anymore for fear that it would cause my whole body to shut down.

After walking out on Lorenzo back in the study, I half-hazardly stumbled through the hallway in search of an empty bedroom. I noticeably caught the attention of multiple staff members who all bore the same look of concern and shock when they saw me.

“Miss Wright?”

“Luna?”

“Eleanor? Are you alright?”

I swiftly waved them all off, signally that I needed to be alone.

As much as I appreciated their genuine concern for my well-being, it only caused my emotional state to take another drop. This wasn’t how I wanted the pack to see me.

As the future Luna of Black Moon, I was supposed to embody the very idea of strength and resilience. I was supposed to be grounded and focused at all times.

But there was no chance of any of that happening now...

It was like someone had ripped out my heart from my chest and repeatedly stomped on it. Jesus Christ, even my wolf was hurting. She continuously whimpered and cried, feeling weakened and deeply betrayed.

I didn’t know who was at fault, at this point. Of course, Blue Moon was obviously behind my father’s death. All this time I’d believed it to have been a suicide. But that audio was proof enough that everyone had been misled.

I should have known that they were behind it from the very beginning. How could I have possibly thought that my dad would have willingly taken his own life?!

The man was at the very presepus of breaking one of the biggest cases of his whole career. And he ended up being silenced.

Yes, a majority, if not all, of the blame was on Blue Moon. However, where did it place Lorenzo?

The fact that he knew about this disk and its contents for so long, felt like its own personal act of betrayal.

I finally found an empty guest room and went straight for the queen-sized bed. Having cried so hard, left me feeling utterly exhausted and wanting to be left alone. I weakly reached for the blankets and burrowed amongst the pillows, wanting to believe it had all been a nightmare and that I was bound to wake up at any given moment.

I still heard the terrible echoes of my dad’s voice in the back of my head. I squeezed my eyes shut. Between my anguish and my rage, it all became too much to handle and I eventually ended up passing out.

[Third Person POV]

Eleanor remained in a deep sleep until her senses became overwhelmed by the familiar masculine scent of her mate. Her eyes snapped open but she didn’t move a single muscle.

She could tell that he’d gone ahead and showered, probably in an attempt to get rid of Cate’s earlier scent.

Eleanor figured that she would have instantly felt irritation for having her alone time be disturbed.

‘Seriously?! With what audacity does he have, coming in here and laying next to me?’ she thought bitterly.

Although, all she could feel was a cold numbness.

She wasn’t ready to talk, let alone see anyone. Eleanor tried to get out of bed but was immediately stopped when Lorenzo’s arms wrapped around her waist. He was determined to keep her locked in place.

“Please,” he begged. “Don’t go.”

He made it nearly impossible for her to tear away from his hands. But Eleanor wasn’t going to give in so easily.

“Let go.”

“No.” His voice sounded strained and hoarse. “I’m not letting go until you’ve heard what I have to say.”

“I’m not interested,” she stated.

“Eleanor—”

Her anger began to burn through the tranquil numbness that had been acting as a sedative.

“I gave you so many chances to open up and tell me what was going on. Yet you kept hiding it from me...My father’s last words!”

“I know. I know and I shouldn’t have done it,” he admitted. “But I knew it was going to destroy you like this. Believe me, it wasn’t an easy choice to make but I had to.”

A vicious growl tore from her chest. “I don’t know what to believe anymore, Lorenzo.”

Part of her almost made the cutting remark that if this was the way their relationship was going to proceed, then perhaps they didn’t need to go along with the bonding ceremony. However, a statement like that wouldn’t have been true.

That wasn’t what she wanted...But at the same time, Eleaor wanted Lorenzo to hurt the way that she did.

Eleanor felt her stomach flip and churn. She tries to take a few deep breaths but it’s no use. Something was wrong. The sensation was getting worse!

She instinctively covered her mouth with her hand and jolted from Lorenzo’s hands. A horrible wave of nausea took over the second she stood.

She felt herself begin to sway and barely made it to the bathroom. She was going to be sick and headed straight for the toilet.

Eleanor emptied the contents of her stomach and felt like someone had stolen what little energy she had left. She didn’t even hear Lorenzo’s heavy footsteps following after her to ensure that she was alright.

“Eleanor? Eleanor?!”

Lorenzo’s eyes filled with panic when he found her on the floor, perched over the toilet. He quickly knelt down and swept her hair out of her face. Gently he rubbed circles into her back and prompted her to take small, deep breaths.

He wasn’t entirely sure if she could actually hear him, but it was worth a chance if it meant helping and staying close to her.

As soon as she was done vomiting, Eleanor’s head swayed and the world around her went dark.