Luna Abigail
Chapter 34

Abby’s P.O.V.

The last thing I remember is my sisters screaming my name, and someone catching me when I fell. Then everything went dark. Galaxy whined in my head. She was worried, which worried me a lot. Nothing usually shook her cool and collected mind. She used to take everything in stride, but not this time.

Then after some time I find myself in the same place, as when I met my mother. Great! Galaxy probably brought me here, so I could heal from whatever crap Sylla poisoned me with.

I walk up to the tree, looking at my beautiful wolf laying there, head between her legs looking kind of broken. I sit down beside her, putting my hand on her big soft head, stroking her. She huffs in contempt.

“Galaxy, what is happening?” I ask her, worry spreading like wildfire, turning everything cold.

‘I don’t know, little one. I’m sorry! This time, I don’t have any answers. We are dying, but it’s slow. That’s all I know,’ she answers with sad eyes. A stray tear escapes her. The seriousness of the situation takes my breath away. I can’t believe we are dying.

What about Matt, my children, our pack? What about all the realm, my people? I can’t even comprehend why this is happening to me. I have always put myself last, put everyone else first. Minding my damn business. The questions kept running through my head as time went on. It felt like a lifetime with just me and Galaxy, but then finally I heard voices around me. I felt something soft under my body. It was warm and comforting.

People were talking, panicking. Then I felt the sparks course through my body. This felt so surreal. I was still sitting under the tree with Galaxy, but I felt everything in my body. I heard everything happening in the room.

Then Galaxy raises her head. She sniffs the air. Then a thumping sound. And an excruciating pain course through me, spreading from my neck throughout my entire body. What is happening?

Then a jolt of electricity sends me reeling back into my body, and I notice I’m laying in a bed. Someone is sitting next to me, biting my neck. By the sparks, I guess it’s Matt. What is he doing? Marking me again. Hm. I don’t know what to say to him, if I every wake up again. I don’t want to say goodbye, but I also want that. Mostly, I want to see his beautiful eyes again, taste his lips on mine, and just be held in his strong arms one last time.

When he lets go of my neck, I feel the loss of contact and my neck feels so cold. Then his tongue replaces his canines. Warmth spread out from where he is licking the wound close.

Suddenly, everything burns from my fingers to my toes. I can feel Galaxy pacing in my mind, walking like a lion in a cage. Outside, nothing happens. I can’t move a muscle or scream. But inside I am thrashing from side to side, screaming in my mind while Galaxy paces. She starts to hum. A melodic sound, which calms my inner battle. Her humming starts an avalanche of things, all at once.

My body relaxes, my heart rate slows down, my breathing evens out. In my swollen stomach, the twins moves in rhythm to the melody. There is a gasp from the room. I can feel what is happening. I’m glowing. But how I look, and why I am glowing, I don’t know.

“Look, her arm.” Someone familiar and close says with hope in her voice.

“Why is she glowing like that? Is she humming?” Another asks. When the question is left to be answered, I notice that I am, in fact, humming along with Galaxy.

“Look, it emanates from her stomach. Could it be the twins?” The first voice sounds again. Why is it so familiar to me? Then it hit me. It’s Willow. But how? How is she here, when I am clearly in a bed in our pack? I can feel the aura of the surrounding persons, and they are pack members. Am I dreaming this?

After what feels like hours, the melody comes to an insistent end. It reaches notes I didn’t know I could produce.

Galaxy has laid down again, looking on and huffing in content. The twins are no longer moving in rhythm, but moving here and there, just to let me know they are still there.

I slowly but surely open my eyes. They are heavy, like the way a ton. But after some struggle, they open and I take in the room.

Anxious faces. That’s what I see. A lot of anxious faces. Then someone at my side breaks down, and cry into my neck. The sparks are giving the person away. Matt.

“My love, look at me.” I coo at him with a hoarse voice. He only buries himself tighter into my neck, shaking as the sobs wrack his body. He clearly does not care that our family is here. I look at Ellie and Willow, who get the message.

They both turn around and usher everyone out.

‘We will come back when you are better. We have an issue, but we are handling it. Get some rest, and Abby?’ I look into the concerned eyes of Ellie.

‘Please stop almost dying on us.’ I smile and shrug my shoulders. It’s not like I do it on purpose.

‘I’ll try, little sister.’ I link back before I furrow my brow.

‘What trouble?’ I ask in a hurry before she leaves the room. I sense a tension between her and Jason, but hadn’t thought about any of it.

‘I will fill you in, but apparently Jonathan and Jeremy have found their mates, but said mates are not exactly best friends.’ She grimaces at the thought of the drama ahead.

When the door closes behind Ellie, I turn to my mate. Hugging him close and saying random things in his ears, letting him cry it out.

Third person P.O.V.

Ellie closes the door to Abby’s room, hastening to the crowd gathered further ahead in the hallway. She put her hands on her side.

“You, you, you, you and you. My office. Now!” She growls at them, not giving any openings for argument. Jason lifts an eyebrow at her demeanor. Ellie only looks back, daring him to say anything on the matter.

“I am coming too.” Willow says, walking towards the stairs before Ellie can protest. Jax follows her closely, and Jasper gives a salute before joining them. She knows they will want to be there, but she had hoped they could solve this with on the mate pairs.

Her hands caress her stomach tenderly before she looks at the other pack members present. They all tell her it’s good to have her back, and then hurry down the stairs to join in on the commotion downstairs. Ellie recognizes the new pack house and concludes they were moving in. She sighs.

Jason has stayed behind the others. He is worried about his mate. She is a trooper, but he can see the events have taken their toll on her. When her hands reach for her beautifully swollen stomach, he reaches out to her.

“Ellie, this can wait. We need to keep them away from each other for a while, and then Jonathan and his crazy mate need to figure things out. They can just rejc.”

“One more word out of your mouth and you are staying in the old packhouse without me!” Ellies says with narrow eyes. Jasmin is not crazy, and if she reacted strongly to someone, then there has to be a reason.

Willow has been filling Ellie in on her new family from down below, via their sibling mind-link. Their mother created it when they were little, so they could always communicate with each other. Even over distance.

“But Adriana is a sweet girl. She is innocent in whatever that demon girl thinks she’s done.” Jason knew the moment he stopped talking, he had made a huge mistake. Ellie’s eyes glowed with anger as she swirled around on him.

“So, just because she is from the underworld, she is ‘that demon girl?’ How dare you judge her like that? Huh? How long have you known that Adriana? You know so much about her, that is innocent without question? Well, newsflash Mr. alpha. I will not let her off the hook, just because she has a pretty face and doe eyes. You can come with me, or not. I don’t care. But you are not to come anyway near me! I am also ‘just a demon girl’ after all.” Her finger poking in his chest, tears streaming down her cheeks, she makes him feel smaller and smaller with every word.

Her words sting like a knife to the heart. He should never had called the unfamiliar woman ‘that demon girl’ it was so damn stupid on his part. And of course she was right. He didn’t really know Adriana all that well, having only met her that day, but he was so sure she was innocent in the accusations made against her. Jonathan thought the same thing and was already protective of his best friend’s mate. Hell, he even protected her over his own mate.

Jason contemplated these things while following behind Ellie to the elevator. When he made to go in after her, she stopped him and the doors closed in his face. It took him a full 10 seconds to comprehend what had happened, before he chuckled and walked to the stairs. Damn. He had really royally f****d up this time.

As he walked to Ellie’s office, he could hear raised voices. People were shouting at each other in there, and he sighed before entering. This was not what he wanted to do now that his mate was finally back.

“What the f**k is happening in here?” He yells, his voice mixing with Draco’s. Both his beta and gamma look down in shame when his stare turns to them.

The unfamiliar woman rolls her eyes.

“First. We need names. I can’t keep calling you the unfamiliar woman in my head. And who is the guy beside you?” Jason asks, as he drags a chair to sit down beside Ellie. But she is not having any of it, moving her own chair away from him.

‘Angel, I am so sorry! I never meant to offend you or your heritage. It was a slip of the tongue, and it will never happen again. Please, Ellie. I am so, so sorry!’ If he had to beg for her forgiveness or at least just to be close to her, he would do it any day, any time.

‘You are not forgiven so easily, but okay,’ she responses while moving a little closer to him. Jason, not satisfied, grabs her chair and moves it the rest of the way towards him.

“My name is Jasmin. This is my brother Jasper and my other brother Maximillian, known as Jax. We are the royal siblings of the King of Deam Inferna.” Jasmin says in a matter-of-fact way. Her eyes never leaving Adriana.

Jason nods. Okay, so this explains a lot.

“What is your issue with Adriana? If I may ask?” Everyone watches as Jasmin’s eyes turn golden yellow before she closes them. When she opens them again, they are back to ice-blue.

“She is the one responsible for my first mate to reject me.” Jasmins says, venom dripping from her voice as she spits the bitter words out.

Adriana shakes her head, her body juddering.

“No! I. I. I didn’t. She said. But I didn’t know. I. Jasmin, I’m so sorry. Had I known, I would never. I felt it too. She said you were stealing him. And I believed her. I felt the sparks.. I felt them too.” Adriana had started to cry so loud her words drowned out.

Jasmin looked at the crying girl. Dread spreading through her veins. Had she been played too?

“Who told you what, Adriana?” She asks as kindly as she can. She needs answers and closure. But in some part of her, she knows. Adriana was a victim. As much as her.