The Werewolf King’s Runaway Queen
Chapter 140

Alissa Soleil's POV

I stood outside the door of Luke's office.

I couldn't come inside.

Lia was in there talking to Luke.

What they were talking about was beyond me.

The only reason why I'm here is to make sure that both of them get out alive in the office.

Lia was upset about something since Luke basically announced that he was 'pursuing' me.

I don't think Lia liked that idea very much.

I don't like the idea either.

But I had no control over Luke.

That's his choice to make and not mine.

Although I have to be the one to deal with it though.

"Are they done yet?"

I turned around and saw Eero.

"No" I said.

"Where's Astro?" I asked seeing he wasn't holding him.

"He's asleep in his crib. Lucas is watching him along with the kids" he said and I nodded.

Then, we both looked at the door and sighed.

"Do you have time to talk?" Eero suddenly asked.

I looked at him curiously.

"Maybe" I said.

He motioned for me to come with him and we went to the balcony that was close to Luke's office.

We were both quiet for a moment.

"I don't think it necessarily my wife's business to meddle with someone else's affair even if it's her best friend's and her brother's" he said and I looked at him.

"But I'm sure you know that that's just how she is. She takes care of her loved ones and protect them any way she can" he continued.

I nodded in agreement.

"How do you feel about the situation right now with Lia and Luke?" he asked me.

"To be honest, I just hope they don't end up fighting because of me. I've caused them enough problems in the past and I don't think I want to cause them any more" I said with a sigh. Then, there was silence between us.

"Do you still love him?" he suddenly asked.

I looked at him a bit taken aback.

I didn't really think Eero was one to ask personal questions.

"If you don't mind me asking" he said.

I looked in front.

"I hated Luke for 13 years because of what happened to me and to our daughter" I started.

I didn't think of him as I started a new life and on rare occasions that I did think of him, all I ever felt was rage" I said.

"But then, I saw him again and no matter how much I pushed him away, he kept coming back and going to extreme extents just to get to me" I continued.

"Then suddenly, I found out the truth. The hate quickly faded and it was replaced with guilt and confusion" I told him. "Why?" Eero asked.

I never would have thought that I'd be opening up to Eero of all people.

"Because I know how Luke feels about me and I don't think, no I'm certain. I'm certain that I don't deserve it" I said.

"How about you? How do you feel about him?" he asked.

I gulped.

"I don't know" I said.

"Hm" Eero reacted and I looked at him.

"What is it?" I asked.

Eero looked at me.

"I'm not the romantic type. I'm not an expert in love either but I do think that if one person does not like the other, they'll immediately know they don't have feelings for that person but when one person likes another and they can neither say they like them or don't like them..." he paused.

"Is a different case" he said.

"What are you trying to say?" I asked.

Eero shrugged.

"Do you have guy friends?" he asked.

"I have one" I said.

"How close are you both?" he continued asking.

"Really close" I answered.

"Do you love him?" he asked which took me by surprise a little.

"Romantically, no. He's my best friend" I said.

"Do you love Luke?" he then asked.

"I don't know" I answered.

Eero looked at me with a smile.

"Do you see the difference now?" he saidm

I was speechless.

"But still, you're the only one who can identify how you actually feel. You just have to give yourself a little more time and let yourself think freely. Don't hold it back because you think you should" he told me. I never thought Eero was like this.

This was a first and definitely an eye opener.

"You've spent an awful a lot time with Lia. I think she's rubbed off on you" I said.

Eero chuckled.

"Indeed she has" he said.

"But Lia and I weren't always together before" he suddenly said.

"What?" I said and he glanced at me.

"We separated for a few years after we had Asi" he said.

This was news to me.

Lia hasn't mentioned it to me.

"Lia hasn't told you?" he said.

I shook my head.

"Oh I'm dead if she replaces out I told you before she does" he said with a nervous chuckle.

I chuckled.

"Don't worry, I can still act surprised" I said and he chuckled.

"What happened?" I asked curiously.

"We....we became toxic to each other. We often fought and argued" he said.

"Then, we had Asila and it was fine for a while until it wasn't" he continued.

"There were times that we argued in front of her. Sometimes she walks in on us fighting. We knew she didn't deserve to grow up in that kind of set up so we did what we had to do for our daughter" he told me. I just listened to Eero.

"Liana actually went to college and we split custody of Asi then we got together again in her senior year" he said.

"After a while, we had Eeri and our relationship became a lot better than it was before" he stated.

I guess Lia and Eero did go quite a lot too these past 13 years.

They also had their personal problems they had to constantly deal with.

"How did you guys replace the way back to each other?" I blurted out.

It was the last thing I wanted to say.

Eero looked at me for a moment as I flushed red.

"Nevermind" I said embarrassed.

"We should probably go back-" I was about to say but Eero spoke.

"When you truly love someone, you'll replace your way back to them" he said and looked straight into my eyes.

"It doesn't matter how many years it takes to replace your way back or whatever mistakes happened in the past" he continued.

"If you both love each other deeply, you'll replace your way back to each other" he said.

I gulped at his statement.

Then, I looked away.

"I should go" I said.

"I need to go to my parents' cabin. Please let Lia know that I went there and will be back later" I said.

"Okay. I'll tell Lia" he said.

I walked away without another word.

Why did I even ask that.

But then again, Eero's words struck me.

He was right.

I walked through the hallway and made ny way to my room but I saw a familiar way that led to a certain place.

I instinctively walked there instead.

The next thing I know, I was in front of Luke's room.

The room that was once ours.

I gulped.

I shouldn't be here.

But why? Why am I here?

I reached for the door knob hoping it would be closed so I couldn't enter.

But it wasn't.

I turned the knob and pushed the door open.

I took a deep breath and looked around to see if anyone would see me.

Then, I went inside and closed the door.

I felt out of breath.

I felt like I was committing a crime.

I probably was.

I looked around slowly.

And then my eyes landed on a painting in the room.

My eyes slightly widened.

I walked over to it slowly.

It was me.

It was a portrait of me.

I stood in front of the painting and I reached my hand out and touched it.

I'm sure this wasn't some storage room and I'm also sure that Luke was the owner of the room because his scent was all over the place.

I gulped and stepped back.

Then, I turned my head to the direction of the walk in closet.

It can't be, right?

I walked to the the direction of the walk in closet and went inside.

I expected to only see Luke's clothes like before we met when this was only his room and not ours.

Atleast that's what I wanted to see.

But no.

My clothes remained in their place.

If anything, there were more.

Brand new ones that still had their tags on them.

Oh ghad.

I stepped back again and then I rushed out of there.

Then, I rushed out of the room and ran to the guest room.

I reached the guest room and went inside then locked the door.

I sat down with my back on the door and I curled myself into a ball.

13 years and still.

No wonder he couldn't forget me.

He could see me my portrait everyday and he even kept my clothes.

I wondered how Luke felt whenever he was reminded of me.

In the past, he rarely crossed my mind but when he did it hurt too much.

And I was the one who left.

It must have been so painful for him bit he put up with it anyway.

Every day.

Tears streamed down my face and I quietly sobbed.

Again, I felt guilty.

It must have been t*****e to him.

It took a while for me to calm down.

Then, I immediately grabbed my bags.

I opened the door to my room and saw Luke standing there.

He looked surprised when he saw my face.

"Ali, what happened?" he asked woth a worried face as he stepped closer to me.

I just looked at him and felt like I wanted to cry all over again.

"What's wrong?" he asked and held my face.

I bit my lower and looked down.

"I'm sorry" I said and pulled away then I passed him and rushed downstairs.

I wanted to talk to Luke but not right now.

My mind and emotions were still over the place.

I wanted to be able to talk to him when I was feeling better.

Hopefully, he doesn't think he did something wrong.

I just needed some time to calm down first.

I walked to my parents and some helpers and guards even offered to help me with my luggage and I refused.

I arrived ij front of my parents' cabin and knocked.

Then, my mom was the one to open the door.

As soon as she did, I let go of ky luggage and I hugged her.

"Oh my, sweetie. What's wrong?" she asked worried.

Then, I buried my face on her neck and I started sobbing.

"Let's take a seat" she said and pulled me to the couch.

"Sweetheart" mom said and she pulled me inside and closed the door.

She caressed my back then held my shoulder as she looked at me.

"Did something happen in the Palace? What's wrong?" she asked with a worried expression.

I looked at her and sniffed.

"I feel so bad. I'm the worst" I said.

"Now, why would you think that?" she said tucking a lose strand of hair behind my ear.

I sniffed again.

"I was at the Palace and I...I accidentally went to Luke's room and I-I saw a portrait of me in his room. And I-I even saw that he kept my clothes in the closet. Even after 13 years" I sobbed as tears streamed down my face.

"Luke, h-he never stopped thinking about me. R-remembering me everyday after I left him" I said.

My mom wiped my tears away.

"I hurt him so much but still" I cried.

My mom sighed.

"It would've been better if he had just forgotten about me. I-if he hated me. But this...w-why would he t*****e himself like that?" I said.

My mom pulled me in and hugged me as I kept crying.

I've never wished for someone to hate me.

Despise me.

But to think that Luke never did that even after I had left?

It hurts to think that he must have suffered every day as our memories haunted him.

I was able to control the pain of my past by replaceing out forgetting about it all.

But Luke?

He lived the 13 years of absence trying to not forget about me.

Was he a martyr?

How could he do that to himself?

Why would he do that to himself?

I kept crying to my mom.

Then, I eventually became so tired and she guided me to my room.

I laid in my bed staring at the ceiling.

Do I deserve this?

Do I deserve this kind of love that Luke has for me?

I left him. I ran away.

I never looked back and yet here he was.

He's going through so much just to talk to me, reconnect and bond.

And what can I offer him in return?

Nothing.

I have nothing to offer to him right now.

And I'm not even certain of how I feel about him yet.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to feel.

I wish it was easy to figure it alk out.

But it's not.