The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 7

07

LYRIC

On the bed was a young boy, just about the girll’s age, shaking profusely.

It wasn’t shivering–kind of shake. He looked like someone that was in hell.

His forehead was beaded with sweat, and his tiny hands were fisted around the sheets. I didn’t think I’d seen a little child in so much pain before.

“My goodness, what is wrong with him?” I asked, alarmed, as I ran to meet him in the bed.

His eyes were tightly shut, small grunts of pain escaping his throat.

“It happens to him often but it’s getting worse by the day. I don’t know where mummy went, and daddy’s busy. I can’t go to him.”

Touching the boy’s forehead, it was as hot as burning coal, I almost hissed. For the love of Selene, he was in a terrible state! A child like him didn’t deserve to go through this.

I should be finding a way to get him to his parents to take him to a doctor, but I think I might know what to do.

I turned to the little girl to ask her something, only to discover she was crying. A part of my heart fractured.

“Don’t worry, honey, he’ll be fine. I’ll make him fine,” I said, hoping that’ll assure her. “I just need your help gathering some things.”

With her help, I was able to get a bowl of warm water from the bathroom and some napkins.

I sat on the bed, lifted the boy’s head onto my legs and gently massaged his forehead with one of the napkins which I’d dipped into the bowl. I repeated the process for a while, the whole time, praying to the protectors of the moon to help him.

By the time I finished with the napkin, he was a bit calm. I moved to massage the back of his head, a spot in particular. This should do the final trick.

In a few minutes, the boy had stopped shaking and looked like he was in a simple nap. Being more calm, I was able to see how handsome he looked. His hair looked so lustrous and perfect that for a moment, I was tempted to tousle it.

“He looks fine,” the little girl said.

“What’s your name?”

“Xyla,” she blushed, amusing me.

“That’s a pretty name.”

More to my amusement, her cheeks became increasingly rosy. She was such a cute little girl.

“Do your parents go to work? Is that why they aren’t here?” I was curious to know why the boy was alone when he was clearly sick.

“Mummy goes to work sometimes, but daddy’s here. My father is the Alpha.”

It was like a canon blast rang out in my skull. My fingers which were still massaging the boy’s head instantly froze, my pulse quickening.

I looked at the girl, wide–eyed. “Y–Your father is Alpha Jaris?”

She nodded, wearing a smile like she was proud of it.

My world came crumbling all over.

No, this was not possible. Jaris had kids!? And possibly a lover?

It was not supposed to be a problem, but these kids looked like five year olds–the exact time he had slept with me, right before he abandoned me in the morning. So, he already had a family when he met me at the bar? What did that say about him? He was a cheat?

“Are you alright, aunty?” The little girl asked, snapping me back to reality.

Staring at her now made me a little emotional. Of course, there had never been any hope for Jaris and I. He already had a beautiful family to start with.

“I’m fine, sweetheart.” I managed a smile.

I couldn’t help but wonder who their mother was. She must have been prettier than I was five years ago. How could Jaris have left her for me?

I wouldn’t have had an issue with him abandoning me in the morning if he hadn’t given me hope that night. He had called me beautiful and even asked for an extra day. But in the end, he was just like the others. This whole thing had been a mistake.

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07

The door suddenly opened, happening just in time to stop my stupid tears from spilling. A young woman–who looked about my age–entered, wearing a long pretty dress.

She froze at the door, her face contorting in a frown as she looked at me like I was a ghost.

“Who are you?” Her voice when she spoke was smooth, hinting at a woman who had been privileged in life.

The little boy was still asleep on my legs. I was afraid to wake him up with any slight movement.

“Hi I’m Lyric,” I said with a small smile. Who was she?

“I don’t give a hoot about your name, lady. What the hell are you doing in here? And why are you holding my son?”

It crashed over me like an unexpected wave, leaving me reeling for some seconds. Oh, wow…

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