Fated For Lycan's Luna

Chapter 109

Chloe's POV

It was already midnight, the chilly air blowing in my face as I walked. Under the calm night sky, the

moon cast a gentle glow, illuminating the surroundings. I gazed at Blake who was walking beside me.

His tall and commanding presence exuded the aura of a powerful Lycan King.

Moonlight caressed his skin, granting it a delicate translucence, making him appear more beautiful. But

there was a subtle shift in his eyes. Unlike before when his eyes looked at me as clear as crystals, his

eyes seemed to have a thin barrier that veiled his soul, preventing me from peering into the depths of

his thoughts.

With great care, Blake walked me to my room, a routine he had diligently followed since my return.

From waking me up and guiding me to the kitchen for meals in the morning and during lunch, to

accompanying me on walks in the afternoon, he exhibited respect and tenderness. But he never

pushed me or put pressure on me. He did not even ask me questions aside from when he asked me

how my day was or how I was feeling.

Clearly, he was being distant to me. This new distance between us was palpable, a far cry from the

closeness we once shared.

I glanced down at my feet, comprehending Blake's actions without the need for explanation. He was

honoring his promise, giving me the time and space I required. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Given the tumultuous path we had traversed, our separation and the reason for it, it was the best

course of action. Yet, despite understanding his intentions, a faint ache resonated within my heart.

"We've arrived," Blake spoke softly, opening the door for me. "It's late at night, and you've had a busy

day. Are you feeling alright?" His voice brimmed with concern as he observed me before casting a

gentle glance at my growing belly.

Aside from respecting my need for space, Blake had also been cautious not to "intrude" too much into

the realm of our child. He withheld his worries, allowing me to gradually invite him into our world.

I blinked and directed my gaze towards my belly, where the little bean had blossomed, creating a small

bump. The sight brought a measure of solace, warming my soul.

"I'm okay," I assured Blake, looking up to meet his gaze. With a hint of shyness, I added, "Our baby... is

doing well too."

Blake's eyes sparkled upon hearing my words, a smile gracing his lips. "That's wonderful," he replied,

his eyes radiating warmth and joy. In that moment, guilt tinged my heart once more. I entered the room

and glanced back at Blake.

"Do you... want to feel our child?" I whispered softly. His eyes widened for a moment before he eagerly

entered the room, closing the door behind him. I bit my lower lip, suppressing a smile as I settled onto

the bed.

"Now, the baby resembles a big bean," I murmured, gently caressing my belly. Blake hesitated briefly

before sitting at the edge of the bed, his hand tenderly reaching out to touch the growing life within me.

For a few minutes, we remained in silence, the unspoken words swirling between us, carried by the

profound connection of this shared moment.

The serene atmosphere in the room contrasted with the chaos swirling within me. Hesitation gripped

my thoughts, and I nervously bit my lower lip, contemplating my next words. After a few moments of

inner struggle, I mustered the courage to speak.

"Tomorrow, would you like to come somewhere with me?" I asked, my voice revealing a hint of

uncertainty. "The weather is supposed to be beautiful, and I'm planning a picnic. If you're free, would

you join me for lunch?"

As my words hung in the air, Blake froze, his surprise evident on his face. He turned to face me, his

eyes filled with a mix of astonishment and curiosity, silently questioning if he had heard correctly. I met

his gaze and offered a reassuring smile, hoping to alleviate his uncertainty.

In that moment, a multitude of emotions swirled within me.

The two of us have been through a lot… it's time for me to move on. Although not fully, I think my heart

is ready to give Blake and I another chance.

Even if it is for the sake of our little bean…

Anticipation mingled with nervousness, and a spark of hope ignited in my heart. This simple invitation

to spend time with Blake is a chance to bridge the distance that had grown between us. The simple act

of inviting him on a picnic felt like a small step toward reconnecting and finding our way back to each

other.

As I awaited Blake's response, time seemed to stand still. The room held an air of anticipation, and I

held my breath, hoping that he would accept my invitation.

Blake, still visibly distressed, suddenly lowered his head and covered his face with his trembling hands.

Carrie and Blake, being siblings, shared a similar distressed countenance. As I observed him, a twinge

of sadness touched my heart.

Moments later, Blake gently took hold of my hand and squeezed it tightly, his grip conveying both

desperation and affection. With a nervous tone reminiscent of a schoolboy, he whispered, "Tomorrow, I

will have the entire day free. Would it be alright if I accompanied you?"

His words hung in the air, filled with a mix of anxiety and longing. Intrigued, I inquired, "But won't you

have work to attend to?" Blake merely flashed a carefree smile and nonchalantly replied, "I do, but it's

nothing significant. There is nothing I desire more than to spend time with you."

"Thank you, Chloe," he murmured tenderly, pressing a soft kiss upon my hand. At that moment, my

heart began to race, and a comforting warmth enveloped me.

Suddenly, Blake froze, his expression turning tense. "What's happening?" I asked, a feeling of worry

tightening its grip on my heart.

Just then, a series of loud bangs and the unmistakable sounds of a scuffle erupted from outside. The

noise filled the air, a chaotic symphony of aggression and chaos. Shouting voices intertwined with the

thuds of punches and the clash of bodies, creating a disconcerting backdrop.

"Blake... Is everything alright?" I implored, concern etched across my face.

Blake, his demeanor chilly yet his eyes tender, gazed at me and shook his head. "Everything is fine.

Don't worry, Chloe," he assured me, his voice barely above a whisper as he kissed my hand once

more. Rising to his feet, he declared, "I'll go and investigate. Please trust me and remain inside the

room."

"Don't go out. I promise to protect you," he vowed, his words resonating with the weight of an oath,

before decisively leaving the room, leaving me behind, apprehensive yet compelled to trust him.