The Rejected Luna Queen

Dylan's POV

Some Days Later

"What's your name?" I asked one of the guards who stood by the door of the entrance to the throne room where I sat on a sofa with a chewing stick in my hand.

"Ramsey, Sir," he said with shaky lips. "I'm called Ramsey Stone."

"Good. Go to Johnny's room and call him for me, guard!" I barked at him, making sure to stress the 'Guard' so that he'll be sure that I did not need his name, nor did it mean anything to me at all.

He bowed and immediately left the room, while I just relaxed on the sofa, thinking of what to do next.

I contemplated calling back Alpha Dwayne so that we could launch an attack on the Blue Moon Pack as soon as possible knowing that they must have thought that we weren't going to do that anymore. I also didn't want him to lose interest in the plan because of how long we took to implement it.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door fling open. I had spent quite several minutes thinking about the best plan that I could devise to win the war ahead.

It was only after I felt a tap on my lap that I knew that Johnny was standing right in front of me. "I've been calling you for so long, Dylan," he revealed. "You seem lost in your thoughts."

"That's none of your business," I uttered, a bit annoyed that he could ask that sort of question. "Why are you here?"

He smiled and raised his hands to show that he meant no harm at all but I didn't care anyway. I just wanted to know why he was standing in front of me.

It was only after a few seconds that I realised that I had sent a guard to call him. I bowed my head, wondering how I could have forgotten something so important. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, he began to speak instead.

"I was already on my way here before I met the guard that you sent to call me," he revealed, much to my pleasure as it made my question make some sense. "I came here with a piece of news for you, Dylan; a very important one that I'm very certain that you'd love to hear."

"What's the news about?" I asked, keen on finding out what was so important that he had to come to see me himself without being sent for.noveldrama

"It's about Aurora, Dylan. She's soon to be due as her stomach has protruded," he said to me with a smirk.

He was probably trying to remind me that the time for us to carry out our plans of kidnapping her was very near and we had to start making the necessary preparations before it'll be too late.

"Is there anything else that you might want to say to me?" I asked him, nodding my head.

At first, he said nothing. He stared at me instead, which gave me a clue that there was something that he wanted to say to me but for some reason, he couldn't get himself to say it.

"Go on," I urged him on, with a nod so he could know that it was alright to speak to me concerning the matter, whatever it might have been.

"Okay, I..."

"Is it good or bad news?" I asked, interrupting him so that I'd know how to receive the information. I didn't want to be taken unawares by it when he'd finally say it.

"I'm afraid, it's a bad one, Dylan," he confessed.

I shuddered and began to wonder what it might be that he wanted to say to me. I couldn't quite place my hands on it as I struggled to know what could be so bad that he was struggling to talk to me about it. All the while, I maintained a brave face. I didn't want to show him a moment of weakness at all.

"It's about your mother, Dylan," he revealed, taking away the suspense by a lot.

I let out a gasp, as I stood from the chair that I previously sat on hoping that it wasn't what I had in mind as I didn't know how I was going to bear it if it was.

"Is she okay, Johnny?" I asked, praying for the best, although having the worst in mind. "Is everything fine with her?"

"Yes," he nodded, bringing some calm to me at first before he continued to speak. "However, she's not in a good state at all, both mentally and health-wise. Ever since you left the Pack, I heard that she had been struggling so hard. She hasn't been able to cope with the fact that you are not around her."

"You are not being serious, are you?"

"You know that I can't joke with something like this. You know that" he replied. "Your absence has taken a huge toll on your mother and now, she keeps cursing and trolling anyone that she sees on the road or in the Castle for no just cause. I heard she also talks to herself, thinking that it's you she's talking to."

"This is unbelievable!" I yelled, with rage in my heart as I began to pace to and fro the room, wondering how it got to that stage.

I knew my mother so well. She was a very tough woman. If there was ever someone whom I believed could never be in such a situation, it was her.

Indeed, she loved me so much; to a fault even, as everything I did was alright by her. I loved her too, so much, as she was the only one who I was so sure could stand for me regardless of the situation. Yet, I never expected my absence to hit her as hard as it did. I missed her so much too, but we had to keep those factors in check so we wouldn't end up harming ourselves.

"When did it get so bad?" I asked Johnny, who just bowed his head.

"It's been a while. I heard she had been that way for months now and she's refusing all the help from the doctors that your father paid to take care of her. She doesn't even talk to him anymore."

As the words came out, I felt closer to tears than I'd ever felt in my life but I couldn't cry. I couldn't let my emotions out that way. I just had to keep it in and hear the man talk whilst thinking about the next step to take.

"From what the spy revealed to me, your mother now looks and behaves like a mad woman, Dylan. Something needs to be done about it very quickly."

That was it. I couldn't take that at all. He made himself the perfect scapegoat for me to vent my anger.

I stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, ensuring that my grip was very firm and that I choked him in the process.

"Never refer to my mother with any stupid names in your life, do you hear me?" I screamed directly into his face.

He nodded and I let go of his collar. "Leave my presence now!" I ordered, still enraged by his words.

He quickly turned around and left the room, shutting the door as he left while I returned to the sofa and sat to think.

I had to do something about my mother's condition. I couldn't leave her that way. She deserved much better than that.