Amara – Reunion - Chapter 404

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I like cleaning. It’s like therapy because it allows me to disconnect and think about whatever comes to my mind as my hands move on auto-pilot.

I got the duster and started with windowsills and next were the bottles in the minibar. Yup. Everything will be dusted.

The noise of the vacuum that Luca maneuvered around the coffee table helped me tune out the reality as my mind switched between guessing why Serina is coming tomorrow and what’s happening with Ash.

There is no point in confronting Ari and Bia or settling any scores and risking getting into trouble.

We will leave this place soon, hopefully with Serina, and I will make sure that Ari and Bia pay for all the crap they put me through in the last three years. Just leaving this place in style will be enough for those two jealous wenches to explode with anger, and I will send them photos occasionally of how much fun I’m having without them around. Maybe I should photoshop Fynn into the photos, to add oil to the fire.

Yup, that will be awesome revenge.

My only hope is that Serina will not try to separate me from Luca. I mean, I hope that Ash is my mate and that I get to be with him, but the idea of living apart from Luca is unbearable. We were always together, watching each other’s backs and he is the only one I truly trust.

I know that I should trust Ash also, but there is something deep inside me that tells me to stay alert. That ‘something’ intensified after Luca’s birthday party.

I love Ash, at least I think I do. But I can’t ignore the signals which are telling me that something is off.

Why didn’t Ash fight for us when Serina asked us what happened? Was it so difficult to say that we were kissing when Luca saw us? Ash’s silence made him appear guilty, and I didn’t feel guilty until I saw Ash lowering his head.

Why did he decide to leave for London without talking with me first? I wouldn’t stop him, but as his girlfriend, I should know about him starting the internship before everyone else does. He decided that on his own, like I don’t exist, like I’m not important, and that hurt.

And why is Ash spending weekends in London? I understand that he is busy on weekdays, but even our video chats are only a few minutes long. Doesn’t he miss me?

I’m sure that on Saturday evenings he should be free, unless he is having fun with some other girls, which made me wonder… Is Ash having fun with some other girls? What will I do if an answer to that question is, yes?

More than once, I asked Luca if he knows something about what Ash is up to, but Luca always responded ambiguously, or he found a convenient way to dodge answering which only made me more suspicious.

All kinds of questions swirled in my mind as I stood on the chair and got on my toes in order to reach the chandelier with the duster. It’s a simple fixture without many dangling parts, but it collects dust, and this is the first place Bia looks when she checks if we did a good job.

I really dislike that sister pair. They act like they own the place.

I bet that if Fynn is the Alpha with a pack, Bia and Ari won’t mind sharing the Luna position because other than bossing around, they also love to stick close to Fynn and act like he belongs to them.

If Bia or Ari end up as Lunas, that pack should just commit group suicide. Those two have no idea what a Luna should be, and for pointers, they only need to look at Serina.

Serina is always kind and understanding, and even when she scolds us, she takes her time to explain what we did and so that we know not to do it again. It reached the point where Luca, Ash, and I are doing our best to avoid making mistakes, not because we fear punishment, but because we don’t want to disappoint Serina.

Serina is like a soft guiding light that is showing the way without intruding. She is the real Luna, or in this case, Alpha.

While on the topic of Serina being our Alpha… if Serina marries Drago, does that make him our Luna?

Ah! I will get to attend the wedding! I watched several movies with weddings in them and I have a good understanding of how things work, and I really want to be a bridesmaid!

I took a mental note to mention this to Serina next time when we talk. A bridesmaid! I will wear a fancy dress and shoes… I should probably get a pair of high-heeled shoes and start practicing to walk in them so that I don’t embarrass myself.

Considering how much Drago is doting on Serina, I’m confident that their wedding will be magnificent with Serina looking like a queen, and I will be right there at the altar… as a bridesmaid.

I was lost in thoughts, and I didn’t realize at what point the chair I was standing on, started tipping.

“Ah!”, I screamed and closed my eyes, waiting for my bottom to hit the floor, but instead, I found myself wrapped in strong arms.

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Author’s note: this is from Luca’s point of view

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I moved the sofa chair to vacuum under it when Ari entered the common room with a few big pillows in her hands.

Those are decorative pillows that Ari and Bia are repeatedly moving between their rooms and this common room. They say that it’s redecorating, to liven up the space, but I’m confident it’s just their way of pretending to be busy so that they don’t need to do any real work.

I was looking at the floor, but I knew that Ari was approaching the chair Zoe was standing on and my instinct told me that Ari was up to something.

Just as I guessed, Ari’s hips swayed, and she pushed the chair with her ass. I could already hear her saying how it was an accident, but I didn’t have time to spare for her.

Zoe was falling and I dropped the vacuum and in a flash, I caught the silly girl.

I couldn’t believe that Zoe’s eyes were closed.

“It doesn’t suit a werewolf to pretend to be a damsel in distress.”, I said, and Zoe opened her eyes.

“Luca?”

“No, my delicate lady. This is your prince charming.”, I said sarcastically and put her to stand on her feet.

I pinched her nose. “Why are you falling defenselessly? Aren’t you a werewolf?”

Zoe rubbed her nose and pouted. “Easy for you to say. Your wolf supports you while mine…” She made a pitiful face.

Yes, I know that Zoe’s wolf is still not talking to her, and she never shifted into her wolf form, and I felt bad for her, but… “This has nothing to do with your wolf. We trained a lot, and you shouldn’t fall like that with your eyes closed. At least bend into a ball, protect your head and neck. It should come as a reflex by now.”

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