AUTHOR'S POV
Sundays are reserved for families. For Scott, he makes it a point to spend a day with the Devlins at least once a week. Sundays. He values the concept of family, direct blood or not. Last night, was an incredible leap the two of them have taken. They both led each other to a good direction where they can fulfill the imprint. He was truly over the moon
Scott found a certain calm seeing Diana sleeping his bed. He wondered how defenseless could she be to sleep almost half naked with around. As he listen to her gentle snuffling and watch her sleep peacefully, the sensual desires rose again that he had to drag himself out before he jump on his Luna. He slept after making several push-ups, and taking at least half an hour of cold shower just for him to take a grip of himself after that. At the couch, where he hugged the blanket that still has Diana's scent, Scott laid until he fell fast asleep. And surprisingly, he felt well rested even in a few hours of sleep. Preparing breakfast was quite a dare. He doesn't know what Diana likes that he whipped anything he had in his fridge. A waffle. Eggs Benedict. Pork sausages. And some bacon. They were about to take a bite, when Diana's face went pale seeing her phone. From then he knew, that there's someone in her life whom she'd drop everything for. A competition that he take down to have his Luna for himself.
He wanted to take Diana along with the Devlins but, now is not yet the time. In fact, he haven't told his family that he already found his Luna. He is still yet to find out why Stanley warned him about meeting his mate anyway. After he brought Diana to the Villa Estates, he went straight to the Devlins residence.
"You are early today", Stanley was sitting at the porch facing the lake at the backyard of the mansion, reading a newspaper. He wasn't even looking, but hearing the footsteps, he knew it was Scott who came just now.
"I just thought you are already missing me", Scott sat down on the white metal chair beside his old man, noticing that Stanley's hand tremors are getting worse, holding the newspaper. Stanley chuckled on his remark until he coughed. He put down the newspaper, and turned to Scott
"I heard you are having troubles sleeping, and eating. Have you seen your doctor?", he asked with utmost concern. He have never seen Stanley in such poor state.
"Doctors? I never thought I could hear that word from you. What changed you boy?", The old man smirked as he ruffled Scott's hair with his trembling hand. "They always say the same thing. Only Alva can help me.", he added with a deep sigh.
Scott grabbed the old man's hand from his head and tapped with his other hand. "I'll see what I can do", he said with a smile.
"The full moon is about to shine with the stars soon. Have you prepared everything in the town?", Stanley asked as he clasp his hands together, trying to control the tremors.
"The pack has been informed as planned", Scott answered briefly as they both gaze at the shimmering lake. The soft ripples on its surface mirrored the white cloudy sky, that it looked like there's another world in upside down.
"There you are!", Priscilla joined the two as she stride gracefully. The ever gorgeous Stanley's wife who has bright red medium length curls, with long fake feathery lashes, full make up, adores silk clothing complimenting her round torso came in brightening the day of the two wolves by the porch.
"Priscilla", Scott greeted his stepmother with a nod. He never called her mom as requested by Priscilla. She is too young at heart who preferred to be called by her name, she assumed. Priscilla gave Scott the warmest hug there could ever be.
"Stanley, have you told him?", she asked, bending over her husband.
"I was about to, but you interrupted", Stanley said tapping his wife's beautiful face.
"I will do the honors then", she laughed excitingly. "Scott, we'll be meeting the Woodsworths tonight. You know, to apologize personally and make the marriage happen. I hope you'll join us", Priscilla placed her hands together as her face marks sincerity to pursue their union of marriage.
"Oh.. the Woodsworths?", Scott touched his lips with his fingers, as he couldn't hide his delight hearing the words marriage and Woodsworth in one sentence.
MEANWHILE
Sundays are just like any other day for Diana. Most of them, she's at work. Diana and her mother don't usually give importance on specific days to be together. They just get together when they meet in the eye. No Sundays. No family days. "You're back", Diana approached her mother handing the tarot card.
"In the flesh. What is this?", Alva replied, the laced sleeve of her robe slid beautifully down her arm as she reach for the card.
"Hendrick saw this in your belongings. I thought you don't believe in such things. Where have you been?", Diana asked studying her mother's face. Alva shoved the card back to Diana with very unimpressed pout. At this time, Diana could only think of Emilia.
"A business trip as usual. I have no idea how did that crap ended up in my things.", Alva went to the dining room and hailed for coffee. Diana followed Alva sitting on the other end of the table, asked the servants to dish up the breakfast.
"Mother, how did father died?", staring blankly as she opened up this topic for the second time this week.
"How many times do we have to go back to that sad memory, Dee?", Alva leaned back with her fingers on her temple. "Stop torturing yourself, and let's move on". Alva have always chose to bury their painful memories of the sudden death of Daniel Woodsworth. She have always believed that dwelling in the past won't give them a way forward.
"I just want to hear the truth, one last time", Diana gave her mother a timid smile. The maid placed a steaming hibiscus tea in her favorite black foral cup.
"He died because of his…" before Alva could finish her sentence, Diana cut her off.
"...tremendous love for us, I know. But, how in particular?", Diana could not keep her cool and was starting to lose her temper. She's tired of being kept in the dark.
"Why so feisty daughter?", Alva smirked at Diana shrugging her shoulders. "Well, we were being attacked by a wolf. He got bitten while saving us, then he succumbed to his death. It was so brutal, he died screaming our names", Diana could hardly breathe seeing how casual Alva entailed the details.
'Why didn't I noticed this before...', Diana thought, as she tighten her grip on the tiny handle of her teacup.
"A wolf? I thought you said they were unreal.", Diana put an effort to look unfazed. "And how did I got my scar?",
"Did I?", Alva gave her a side eye, before sipping on her coffee. "Days Before your father died, you were wandering off the forest.. then you were attacked by a wolf. You father arrived on time to save you. You were bed ridden for days, and was sent to all healers from different towns. One day you just woke up and got all better.", Alva rested her arms on the table, keeping that eagle-eye stare at her daughter who suddenly wanted to take History as their first meal of the day.
Diana refused to believe her hunch. Her mother would never lie to her. But every time Alva speaks more about it, she gives different versions of the story. Something that she missed for a long time. "Why do you have my blood collected?", Diana was trying to put together all the details. Ever since she was a child, her blood gets extracted for at least a bag or two. It already became a routine that she almost feel tired of it.
"It was your father's idea, to check if there's still poison in your blood… Is there anything else, my lovely daughter?", she asked as she flash a cunning smile at Diana.
"That would be all, mother.", Diana smiled back, as she leave the table with her teacup half empty. Excusing herself, she walk towards the hallway with a heavy heart. Doubts started to fill her mind. Dark thoughts loomed over her, crazed with her life that she once thought was all blissful became nothing but lies.
"Before I forget, I'll have a business meeting tonight around seven in the evening. I need you to be there", Alva stirred the coffee a couple of times, with her eyes lowered down.
"I have surgery in the afternoon, won't be done until 8 pm", Diana firmly said. Alva never take her in her business meetings, this is the first.
"Diana. Get the surgery done at 7", Alva gritted her teeth, ordering her daughter to be on time.
"It's a heart surgery.", Diana emphasized on the word heart, only means that a delicate operation need not to be done in a hurry.
"I'll be waiting", Alva drew the line ending the conversation. Diana blinked her eyes at her mother, before turning her back.