CHAPTER 4

On the day of wedding Milan was wearing a white silky ethereal gown which made her look the most beautiful Luna in all the galaxies. She glanced at her alpha Mirab who kept staring at her body more than her face.

" What should I do? He will find out tonight that I slept with someone else," she thought as she wore a stiff expression.

She looked at the white flowers, " only if Wahan didn't passed away like that, I wouldn't have to face all of that," her eyes became teary and she looked up in the blue sky. The blue sky felt soothing and she closed her eyes.

Wahan her fated mate who's body was discovered out of the Black Palace and the killer wasn't found left her with a biggest suffering of her life. She was later mated with the new Alpha Mirab who killed his own mate out of suspicion and was the second strongest male after Wahan.

Milan was sitting on the bed. She looked at the one third moon out of the window and closed her eyes to relax her stumbling breath.

"Hopefully it will take a lot of time to transfer energy from elder to Mirab" she prayed in heart.

But then she heard familiar heavy footsteps approaching her room that prompted her to stand up. The door opened with a thud sound and strong jasmine smell spread in the room.

Mirab looked at her with an evil smile and walked to her. He took out the hair pin from her bun that made her hairs to unfold and fell on her waist.

" Finally you would be mine. I didn't really liked you since you never loved me but you are too attractive to be ignored," a smirk accompanied his face as he slipped his fingers from her shoulder that gave her disgusted feelings icing her body.

She pushed him away, " wait, I …."

He grabbed her hairs to pull her closer and looked into her eyes, " I don't want to wait anymore. If I start pleasing you, this game will never end."

Mirab felt a movement behind him , pushed her away and turned around, a sword pierced through his chest and he looked at unfamiliar face with white hairs. Before he could resist a series of sword cuts made him fall, tremble and let out his final breath on the floor.

Milan couldn't see well and ran to turn on light because candlelight's were too dim to see properly.

" Don't ruin the mood," a familiar voice struck her ears and froze her.

" Rawin!" she called as she turned around. Rawin placed his sword on one side of the bed and pulled her by her hand and slid her on the bed.

" They will kill you, they would have already sensed you…."

"Shhh!" he whispered, his finger gently pressing against her lips. "They can't sense me," he reassured her, his voice low and husky. "I've covered my scent with yours." His eyes locked onto hers, burning with an intense desire.

As he spoke, he slowly slipped his hands beneath her neck, his fingers intertwining with the soft strands of her hair. He drew her face closer, his own inches from hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath dancing across her skin.

"Wait, what are you—"

Her words were lost in the silence as his lips claimed hers. The kiss was warm, gentle, and persuasive, silencing her objections. His tongue teased the seam of her lips, coaxing them to part and allowing him deeper access.

She felt herself melting into the kiss, her body responding to the subtle pressure of his lips. Her hands instinctively rose to his chest, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she clung to him.

Without breaking the kiss, he pulled her into a sitting position, his hands guiding her as if she were a doll. The movement was smooth, effortless, and left her breathless.

In one swift motion, he tore open the front of her dress, the sound of ripping fabric echoing through the air. The dim light danced across her exposed skin, highlighting the curves of her body. Her breathing stumbled as she felt the cool air caress her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

She couldn't resist him; her body seemed to have a mind of its own. She felt herself leaning into him, her hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck. Her lips parted, inviting him deeper, as she lost control and let herself feel every inch of his body.

" Dress yourself," Rawin said nonchalantly as he tied the knot of the stripes on his gown.

" Are you leaving just like that," she asked with a puzzled expression.

He turned around to walk to the window. She stood up , ran to him and held his hand. She cast a gaze filled with moisture at him, " Don't leave me here? They will definitely suspect me for this," she pointed her fingers to the dead body.

He held her hand and slipped it away, then his hands grabbed her shoulders with a tighter grip, " Listen I don't have a common status. I can't help you," he said as he let go of her before jumping out of the window.

Her legs felt numb and she settled down at the bed. She looked at the floor filled with blood and fazed out for a long time until she heard knocking at the door.

" Brother! It's Firab . The elder have passed away. They want you to be there."

Milan stood up and looked around. She ran to the window and placed a foot at the window to jump out of there, " My family!"

Her legs felt numb and she fell down near the window. Tears started coming out of her eyes like some rain. The knocking continued for a long time until the door was smashed open.

Firab entered the room with some soldiers. Firab looked at Mirab lying at the floor covered in blood. He grabbed his hand to feel his pulse and his body went numb prompting him to fall on his back.

He unsheathed his sword and turned at Milan, " Why did you killed him?"

" Tell the elders, if they let my family go I will not fight . They can punish me as they wish," her hushed voice echoed in the dimly lit room.

She was dragged out in front of the elders in a big hall. All the eyes looked at her with hatred and filth. She looked at her parents standing on one corner. Her father wore a grim expression while her mother was crying heavily.

She looked at her wedding gown, " I am the one to blame, only if I didn't let my desires to take over me," she thought and closed her eyes and tears dripped at her gown.