Chasing the rejected Luna

22: The past surfacing

Ryven's POV

My anger was so much that I felt like I could burn everything in my path. And the worst part was hearing Sophia talk about us sharing a room like I was some kind of plague she wanted to avoid at all costs.

Fear was evident in her eyes. Before, I would have given a damn. But now, all I felt was rage. Rage towards everything around me. Especially my sister. She was so stubborn. I was only keeping her in the pack house because of what I promised my mother before her death.

Thinking about my mother made my throat close up, and I walked away from Sophia, my skin brushing against hers. It was soft like silk. I wanted to touch every part of her. But soon. Now wasn't the right time. Scaring her was the last thing I wanted to do before I could finally accomplish my goals.

I stormed over to the room that was supposed to be meant for Sophia. Staying behind the door, I inhaled sharply with my eyes closed as I tried to calm my raging heartbeat. I knew I would eventually kill my sister if I didn't control it.

I could already smell the scent of wood and paint as it assaulted my nostrils without even opening the door. Somehow, I knew what lay behind the door. And as much as I tried to calm myself down, I was finding it extremely difficult to do so.

Without waiting for another moment to pass by, I placed my hand on the doorknob, twisted it, and entered the room. I stopped when my feet landed on the floor of the room. What lay before my eyes was nothing I ever expected; It was in utter chaos.

Black paint was sprayed on the wall and across every furniture in the room. But that wasn't all. The furniture and bed were torn by claws and were discarded across the room hapardadky.

Anger bloomed in my heart and my fangs protruded. I couldn't think well. Hell! I was fucking going to murder Ava once and for all.

I turned around with the intent of going to her room to demand an explanation and met Steven by the door, a remorseful expression on his face. I passed by him and stomped to Ava's room, Stephen hot on my tail.

"Please, I think it's the hormones," he said behind me but I didn't talk to him. I was too angry to say anything to him at that moment. All I wanted was to get my hands on that slimy stupid sister of mine.

I felt his hands on me, stopping me and I turned around, flinging his hands away from mine. I regretted it almost instantly because he stumbled on his feet and fell to the ground.

But the guilt I almost felt did nothing to curb the anger burning inside of me. I watched him stand up. I didn't know why I didn't walk away. Maybe it was because of our history.

Even if he mated with my devil of a sister about a year ago and we grew apart, that didn't erase the years of childhood we spent together.

"If she's acting on the hormones, she should not touch what belongs to me! How dare she? I have kept her in the pack solely because we are family but this should be the last time she tries something as stupid as this," I ranted with clenched fists as I watched Stephen's Adam's apple bobble up and down from fear.

He nodded his head and raised his hand. I didn't know why he did that. But I guessed it had something to do with my wolf. My wolf had been silent since the ordeal with Sophia.

He wasn't saying anything about Ava's behavior towards Sophia but when he perceived disrespect from Stephen, he came forward which would have been weird but it wasn't.

Sophia wasn't my mate. My wolf longed to have his mate for the longest time possible but I couldn't find her. I had given up hope already. Maybe she was on the other side of the world where I would never find her.

Stephen looked at the ground and bared his neck to me, "Please, it's because of the baby. The doctor said it's common amongst pregnant women. Just let me get back to how it was. I promise this will never repeat itself," he said, plumping down on his knees.

I breathed in, pinching the bridge of my nose to calm myself down. I realized there was no point in not doing what he said. Ava was pregnant which was no valid reason for her to do what she did. But I still needed to talk with her, but this time with a level head.

I took two steps when Stephen's voice reached my ears, "She's asleep now, I think…"

"You think nothing. She created havoc and is having her beauty rest?" I scoffed and began walking in the direction of Ava's room. However I doubted I would have a nice chat with her since she was a pro at angering me and bringing out the beast in me which would not be beautiful.

I walked over to her apartment which was on the second floor of the pack house. She was my gamma as she couldn't share the Alpha duties with me. She was my twin as much as I hated it. We have never been this bitter about each other until my mother's death.

My mother's death changed everything. Changed me in ways I could not even begin to fathom. And also changed Ava. She withdrew into herself and blamed me for our mother's death no matter how absurd it sounded. Not only to me but to the people around me.

I think she was being delusional. One of the reasons I respected Stephen was, he had been able to hold up her constant nonsense. I hissed in anger when I thought about her and soon enough, I was in their apartment.

Stephen was behind me, mumbling incoherently. Not like I cared what he had to say. I could tell he was afraid of what would happen. The last time I was here, there was an ugly scene. A very ugly one I would not forget in a hurry.

I sat down in the chair tapping my foot impatiently. "Tell her I'm here. Call her now."

There was silence. No movement of footsteps to tell me Stephen had gone to do what I asked. When I looked up, to my dismay, he was standing by the door of the hallway, a pained look on his face.

I knew he was hurting him to disobey me. But he was torn between his feelings for his mate and his loyalty to his Alpha.

"Stephen," I called him with a raise of my eyebrows and he looked up from his hands which he was twisting together.

"She's asleep. She has not been able to get some sleep for the past few days," he said and I frowned, my anger partially replaced by concern.

"And why is that? Is she still having sleepless nights?" I asked him and he sighed deeply. I felt his exhaustion from that single action.

It showed how much he stayed awake with her all through the nights she was awake. Looking at him, I noticed how haggard he looked and I was appalled by how it escaped me. I was so blinded by my rage to have noticed that my friend was in pain; emotional pain.

He sat down on the other available chair in the sitting room. The room was huge with a center table that was on top of a red rug. At the side of the room was a shelf in which books were kept. My sister had always been a lover of books.

That was one of the things that didn't change over time. Sometimes I missed her, missed the old her, and desperately wanted her back. But now, I honestly didn't care what she was going through. I had my share of things going on in my life. And one of them was awakening Sophia's wolf as soon as possible.

"It started the day Sophia came," he said and rubbed his hands across his face, sighing again. I swallowed, not being able to look at the friend I once shared everything with. Now, we were more like strangers to one another who didn't say more than a simple hi to one another.

"And why didn't you tell me?" I asked him and he looked at me like he could see right through me. In a way, I felt he could. What would I have done?

I looked back at him, noticing how his eyes were droopy. "What did the pack doctor say?" I asked and he sighed again.

"He said she needed to get rid of the trigger. And I know that won't be possible because it's Sophia. Look, I don't know what happened between you two but you need to straighten things out," he said before continuing while I watched his every sluggish move.

"I seriously do not want anything to happen to our unborn pup. I don't know what I'd do if something happened."

"Nothing will happen."

"And how sure are you? She needs rest and she finally gets it but you want to wake her from sleep. Please I beg you, just let her rest a little," he begged with tears brimming in his eyes.

At that moment, I felt like an evil person who didn't want to see their child born. But I knew my sister. If I didn't confront her on this, she would go ahead to do much worse.

In the past, I loved her stubbornness. But as time went on, especially since our fallout, I found it quite irritating.

"It's fine," I scratched my stubble that was itching on my skin. And he raised his head in gratitude. I got up and walked to the door, about to leave and return some time later.

"Tell her I was here and she should expect me. I'll be coming for an explanation and it better be a reasonable explanation," I said without looking back.

"What if it isn't a reasonable explanation? What are you going to do about it? Kick me out like you threatened the other day in front of that slum?" Ava asked and I turned around to see her standing by the door of the hallway with bloodshot eyes.

My jaw twitched violently from the challenge I saw dancing in her eyes. "Don't test me, Ava. I was willing to let this slide because of Stephen but you just had to put all his efforts down the drain because of your stupid attitude!"

"Don't talk to me like you are any better! You are worse than I am. And guess what? I know what your little game is. I know why Sophia is here," she said with anger mixed with so much confidence, that my heart shook for a second. Stephen went by her side, rubbing her arms, trying to shut her up.

I smirked, trying to play smart when I feared she knew exactly what she was talking about. One thing about Ava, she was unbelievably smart.

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