Chapter 89: King Tanner’s emissaries...
Selene POV
"Good," I nodded and brushed past him to head back to the pack house.
"Don’t walk away from me, Selene," Kurtis chuckled dryly "The fate of this pack rests in your hand. Only if you understand who King Tanner is, you’d not hesitate to help out. Are you so vengeful that you want everyone to die because of an offence that we know nothing about? How long will you harbour the resentment you feel?"
"Resentment?" I arched my brows as I stared at him, trying to understand what he was talking about "About what and on who exactly?" Then I shook my head as if to come to my senses as I murmured "I shouldn’t be doing this with you, Kurtis... engaging in a conversation with you will only make me angrier, so please, let me just walk away and good luck with whatever you think will happen, just count me out of it,".
"It’s is your duty, Selene," Kurtis ran up to me, blocking my path "When my grandmother rescued you that night and harboured the wrath from the moon goddess to keep you because you escaped from your mate despite being cursed... she had high hopes that one day you’d stand up for things like this. I can’t believe that you want to turn a blind eye,".
"Oh please!" I snorted "You don’t believe in the moon goddess or her powers. You didn’t change three years ago and please you can drop the act now... no one is here to watch us and I know you have these high-handed expectations from me but you have to understand that I cannot do anything. I do not have the power to..."
"Stop lying Selene," Kurtis growled with annoyance "I watched my grandmother teach you how to control your emotions. You have the power to cast spells... not everyone can do it but you did it. Doesn’t that tell you something...".
I took a deep breath, trying to tie the frayed ends of my nerves. Everything was happening at once. I was becoming overwhelmed by it and the most annoying part was this. I’ve never been chivalrous. From being Xavier’s wife for seven years and enduring abuse and maltreatment, I quickly learnt that the more I suppressed my emotions and spoke less of my opinions, I would be fine.
So, I was quick to accept I had wronged Belinda and would quickly apologize. Back then, when Belinda saw that I was no longer falling for her tricks, she gave up pestering and setting me up. That was how I practically gained my freedom and survived.