WHITNEY

A week ago

Addams, my Addams, every time I met him I had to feign not caring about how he felt. He was so a gentleman, so tender-hearted even after what I did to him, he didn't cease to care about me.

He was distant, yet the moment I met him at this mansion with the flower he brought for Mama, I knew he always cared about me.

I was overwhelmed that day, my heart warmed, with tears barely coming down my cheeks... barely, just barely I couldn't let what I felt overflowing, I have chosen another way than the one which led to love.

After concluding the pact with Petterson, I took discreetly the letter Addams had left for me and we went.

Finding a way to be in collaboration with Pettersson wasn't tough as I had thought at first.

He needed me the more I wanted him, though I had to remain careful, he was a wiser adversary. I was always stunned when I thought of the way he directed everything, thinking about how he planned my behavior and anticipated everything.

Armand was a puppet in his hands, this man was scary. Nevertheless, I wasn't duped, I would be as wiser as he was.

We reached the residence and met Armand who was anxiously waiting for me. Sometimes, I interrogated myself if he just wanted my wealth or if he had feelings for me.

No matter what was the answer, it would not changes anything in my decision, his destiny had already been sealed. This time, I had an associate, somebody who could easily defeat him.

Immediately, we entered the living room, and he welcomed me with a hug, tight hug, cuddling my hair.

"I am well honey," I said with a kiss on his neck, it was always unpleasant for my flesh to feel him so close though I had to deal with it.

"Hope you took a delight in visiting your mom's grave" My heart almost burst by hearing it, he was the one leading her to death, now he feigned caring about whatever I felt.

"Everything was perfect, except that we met your son, Addams." Petterson who had seen the wrestle I had with my nerves, to answer calmly after he talked of my mother, directly interfered.

"What has he done?"

"Has he tried something?" he expressed, looking at my body to see if there were any scars.

"Nothing Alpha."

"He was unexpectedly calm, he had realized her decision had already been taken"

"She loves you Alpha" He blurted with a little discreet glimpse at me. He was teasing me, he knew the effect of those words on me.

Armand didn't respond but pressed a kiss on my forehead, his arms wrapped around my waist.

"I am tired honey, the emotion I got in my mother's presence had torn me off" I blurted, coming out of his grip.

"Can I have rest In the bedroom?" I questioned, showing the most affectionate glare I could bestow on him.

He promptly agreed, he also wanted a moment alone with Petterson.
As odd as It could appear, I wasn't terrified by the idea of leaving him alone with Petterson.

He could betray me, it could have been a test this man had put me in. Though I was alleviated as If I was certain Petterson bounded a grudge greater than mine toward him.

I left them in the living room and climbed the spiral stairs that led to his chamber, this room I was now forced to share with him.

As early as I was out of his glare, I precipitated myself into the room, and laid my body on the mattress, putting the letters of Addams out of my purse.

I breathed hard, and my stomach flipped-flopped, I wanted to read to hear the last words he had toward me. I prepared my courage to affront whatever was written there.

I opened the sheath and his last words were in front of me.
The mark of tears on the paper, described before I ever read a word the sentiment overflowing him when he was writing.
* * *
Luna,

Yeah, you are always my Luna, you are the prettiest girl I ever had, the one I ever succeed to love.

I won't be long, I don't have too much to say, everything had already been settled, you'd chosen your path.

One thing I wanted you to acknowledge is that I trusted you during all this time we were together.

I believed in you, I believed in us, I believed in this love, this exceptional feeling we had together.

Do you remember the moment spent on this island? We were so beautiful together, and in such harmony, I thought nothing would have ever succeeded to separate us.
But you betrayed me, you broke me more than your imagination can lead you to.

However, I don't hate you, I am grateful.
Grateful for the little moment of joy you made me feel, grateful for the twinkle of light you introduced into my life even if it hadn't lasted for as long as I would have expected.

I end by telling you to always be happy, and try to not break again those who love you.

* * *

My vision has been blurred throughout my reading because of the tears filling my eyes, and I couldn't help but cry.

'I love you, guy'

'I am so fucking in love with you, only you.'

I knew I would never heal from this, never I would love again if it wasn't with him.
But I had to fulfill my plans and avenge all these death.

'Sorry my love, sorry his majesty as I always loved to call you, I would have loved to spend the rest of my life at your side,'

'To always be the breast on which you would lay, to always have my heart beating just for you. Though all that things would be just a part of my memory.'

'I can't, sorry...' I expressed, moaning, with a sob in my voice. The hurt was always hard as if time didn't pass.

I was now with the contribution of Petterson, closer than I would have fancied to the objective.

'There is no place for such a sentiment in my heart.' I told myself, I was back to the principles I had left before, I hid the letter again in my purse to not let Armand meet it, and fell in slumber on the bed wiping the tears away.