The Vampire's Luna

Kyllian scoffed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Pain? I don’t feel pain. Why would you think I feel pain?" he asked, right before nearly tripping over his own boot and landing on the carpet.

Talon arched a brow. "Because I know how long you’ve admired her. I know about the way you used to sneak looks at her whenever you visited the palace."

Kyllian groaned into the floor. "I should’ve known," he mumbled. "I sensed it. I knew something was off between the both of them. But a vampire and a werewolf mating hasn’t been seen for ages. How could I have suspected that?"

"This is just a temporary setback, Alpha," Talon said. He placed a firm, reassuring hand on Kyllian’s shoulder, which promptly got shrugged off. "It’s just two weeks. She’ll be back with you."

Kyllian gave a bark of laughter, dark and hollow. "Right. Two weeks. Fourteen days of watching her possibly fall deeper in love with him. And what then, Talon? I become the man she marries but doesn’t love. I become the safe choice. The backup plan."

"No... You could never be."

Both men turned sharply toward the doorway. Luna stood there, regal and radiant even with the weight of turmoil pressing down on her.

She stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Kyllian’s. "I... You don’t have to believe me. I understand if you don’t. But I do feel more for you than duty or convenience. I was looking forward to marrying you, not just for my kingdom, but... because it was you. I can’t undo what happened, Kyllian. I can’t rewind time and erase fate’s twisted sense of humor. But I can control what happens next."

Talon, sensing the atmosphere shifting into dangerous romance territory, stood up abruptly. "Excuse me," he muttered, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and skedaddling.

Kyllian stared at Luna, his emotions flaring up. "You should’ve told me," he said, quietly.