Blessed Luna Rising - Chapter 29: Chapter 29

Tara’ POV
“Welcome to Paris, Tara.” is all it took to bring the tears. I feel the concern Killian has through the bond but I can’t stop crying long enough to explain anything to him so I just sob harder. He pulls over and exits the car. He comes to the passenger side, opens the door, and turns my body so my feet are on the ground.
“Is everything okay, love? I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.” he begins and I feel a rush of guilt through the bond and I immediately shake my head vigorously. I pull him to me and hug him tightly, inhaling his scent to calm myself down. Once my sobs are reduced to hiccups and I’m able to speak I pull back and look into his eyes.
“I love you so much, Killian Malachi Walker. I don’t know what I did to deserve such a mate but I’m blessed beyond words. Thank you… Thank you so much for this.” I say staring directly into his beautiful blue orbs that hold nothing but love for me.
“I love you too, baby. This is just the beginning. I have many more surprises planned for you.” he says before kissing me gently and firmly at the same time.
“I’m not sure I can take anymore surprises.” I joke as we break our kiss.
“But I’m so glad I get to share these memories with you.” I say more seriously and he smiles so wide I fear my heart might explode. He gently turns my body back inside the car and closes my door. As he begins driving further into the city, my heart starts to race.
“We deserve this love, Tara. Killian and Remus love us more than anything.” Lola says in my head.
“I know they do. I don’t feel worthy of so much love though, Lola. What if he decides I’m not worth a war or all the trouble that’s coming?” I say to her, finally releasing the pent up fear I’ve been trying to ignore.
“ He won’t ever think that. He would lay his life down for you. Trust my Mother, your Goddess. She would not have gifted us with a mate that would abandon us.” she says very matter of factly
“You’re right.” I say in my head, looking at Killian. Lola retreats to the back of my mind after our talk and I decide I’m going to enjoy this getaway. I’m going to embrace the love between Killian and I instead of letting my insecurities and self worth deplete the weekend of joy.
We finally pull up in front of a building. The sign reads “La Réserve Paris Hotel & Spa”. We exit the car and one man comes to collect our luggage while another takes the keys from Killian to park the car in the hotel’s private valet lot. I am completely in awe of how regal and gorgeous this building is. Killian guides me to the front desk to check in and the attendant hands 2 keys to the bellhop before saying something in French.
“Emmenez-les à la Suite Eiffel. Chambre 462.” is all the attendant says before the bellhop nods and directs us to follow him to the elevators. He pushes the number 12 and we stand in silence until we reach our floor.
“C’est votre suite ici. Veuillez entrer.” he says to Killian and Killian smiles before taking my hand and pulling me into the suite.
Did he speak French? I have no idea what anyone has said this far. Those thoughts cease when we enter the suite though. I let out a gasp and let my mouth hang open. The walls of the sitting area were a dark grey wallpaper with intricate silver designs and the floors were all hardwood. A large white couch, long and textured grey curtains, a large fireplace, and various black accent pieces filled the space in the large room. I walked to the bedroom to find two floor to ceiling windows and a glass door leading to a balcony. All adorned with multiple sheer curtains and two black curtain panels. A gold fireplace at the end of the bed with a large mirror hanging above it. All of the accent pieces in this room were gold and the large king size bed sat in the center of a deep red colored wall while the other walls were the same dark grey with silver designs. I stood in complete awe of everything when suddenly Killian walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me.
“Do you like it?” he asks and I let out a half laugh.
“Like it? Killian, this is beautiful. I love it.” I respond and he squeezes me right before kissing the top of my head.
“Wait until you see the bathroom.” he whispers in my ear and my eyes widen as I take off towards the door on the other side of the bed.
When I open the door I let out another gasp. The ENTIRE bathroom is grey and white marble. The walls, the floor, the sinks, and the bathtub. There’s an enormous mirror above the sinks with two lights on either side hanging from the ceiling. Shelves lined with fluffy white towels and two hooks with bathrobes on them. I’m sure this is a dream. No way this is really happening to ME.
“Killian, how much is this trip costing you?” I say and he just shakes his head with a smirk. It frustrates me to no end that he just picks and chooses what to include me in. I feel my anger starting to bubble to the surface as he disregards my question and proceeds to walk out of the bedroom.
“NO, FINLEY MALACHI RAYNER! ANSWER MY QUESTION. I HAVE HAD NO CONTROL OVER ANYTHING IN MY LIFE SINCE I WAS A CHILD. I AM TIRED OF NOT BEING ALLOWED KNOWLEDGE OF THINGS HAPPENING IN MY LIFE. I AM LUNA AND, MORE IMPORTANTLY, YOUR MATE!!!” I scream at him from the bedroom doorway. He is standing in the living room with his mouth open in shock but still so calm.
“Tara, we don’t speak to each other that way..” he says and begins to walk towards me. I quickly put my hand up and back into the bedroom.
“Until you can speak to me and treat me like your equal, there’s nothing to speak about at all.” I say with venom in my voice as I slam the door and lock it.
“That mayyyyy have been a bit of an overkill, dear Tara.” Lola says in a soft tone in my mind.
“Maybe but dammit, Lola, I’m tired of being the last one to know everything and not being included unless it’s convenient. So until he treats me like an equal, he’s sleeping out there alone.” I say back in a huff.
“Whatever you say, dear. Just calm down.” she says again before retreating to the back of my mind.
Sure I was probably overreacting and crossed the line but he can’t just pick and choose when he’s going to include me in things. I’m his Luna and mate for Goddess sake.
“If this is the way he has to learn, then this is how he will learn.” I say to myself as the emotions overtake me and I lay in the bed sobbing.
Killian’s POV
After Tara slammed the door to the bedroom and locked it, I stood there staring with my mouth hung open for a while. I was pulled from my shocked state of mind but the vibrating of my phone. I didn’t even look to see who it was before answering.
“This is Killian Walker.” I say still staring at the door.
“I know who you are, doofus. That’s why I called.” my sister, Deidre says on the other end.
“Oh, hey sis.. what’s up?”
“You’re in Paris. That’s what’s up. Does Tara love it?”
“Um.. well.. I don’t really know.”
“Why don’t you know? You’re there with her. Ask!”
“See I would except she locked herself in the bedroom without me.”
“Oh geez. Trouble in paradise. Give me the deets so I can help.” she says and I give her the entire rundown of what has happened. Deidre let’s out a sigh as she processes everything before speaking.
“Brother, I know you don’t want to hear this but she has a point. She’s your mate, your Luna, and soon she’ll be your wife. She has the right to know and have access to all the same information you do. She was literally a slave for Arthur and was immediately thrown into a war fighting prophecy. She’s had no control over anything in her life and you choosing what she can and can’t know isn’t helping.” she says as gently as possible and I realize just how stupid I have been.
“You’re right, Dee. How do I fix this?” I say with my head in my hands as I sit on the couch.
“Tonight, give her space. She —“
“But I can hear her sobbing and feel all the things she’s feeling. I can’t ju—”
“FINN. Give her space. She’s hurt and she needs time to feel those things. Tomorrow wake up early. Make her all of her favorite breakfast foods, go buy the prettiest and biggest bouquet of flowers, and whatever other gift you want to give her and then knock on the door for her to come out.” she says and I just sigh.
“Alright. I love you, sis. Thanks. I will let you know how this goes.” I say before hanging up the phone. I look up at the door and realize it’s silent. She must have fallen asleep crying. My heart aches at the thought and Remus wants to tear the door down to go comfort our mate but Deidre is right. We have to fix this and we are going to have a long sleepless night doing so.
The Next Day
I stayed up all night planning my apology to Tara. I made heaps of French toast with a mixed berry compote. I hand shredded potatoes and mixed in diced onion and peppers to make fried hash browns. I made omelettes with diced ham and hand shredded cheese. Tons of bacon and sausage as well because Tara has never been able to decide which she likes best. I had fresh orange juice delivered to the room along with a piping cup of hot cocoa for Tara and black coffee for me. On the table sat a vase with the biggest bouquet of sunflowers, pink roses, Peruvian lilies, Athos poms, and various types of greenery. I also have an assortment of gifts wrapped on the table for her. One is a big framed picture with 2 hands linking their pinkies with a big quote about how we are a team. One is a sterling silver necklace with an opal center with a handwritten apology note. I also got her a black GG Marmont matelassé mini bag from Gucci. I put $1,000 in both of the cash compartments but what I think was really going to win her over was the website and login information to our bank account and the pack’s bank account. I added her to the email lists for pack emails so she will always know what’s going on as well. I hope she’s willing to forgive me and move past this. I can’t have my proposal ruined by my own idiocy.
I hear some movement in the bedroom and take this as my opportunity. I knock on the door and the sound stops.
“Tara, baby, please open the door… I know you’re awake.” I say sweetly through the door. I hear her sigh and aggressively shuffle off the bed and towards the door so I get down on one knee and hold up her cup of hot cocoa with my head lowered showing her I submit. She flings the door open aggressively and immediately gasps.
“Killian… What are you doing?” she says completely confused with a touch of venom in her voice.
“Submitting to my Luna.” I say looking up and she looks even more confused.
“You were right, love, and I’m sorry. I stayed up all night thinking of ways to make it up to you and I would like it if you would come out of the room so I can.” I say gently and genuinely. I lower my head back down before she responds and then I feel her take the cup from me.
“Okay, Killian. Show me what you want to show me.” she says with no traces of venom on her tongue.
“Moon Goddess, please let this work” I think to myself as I get up from the floor and lead her to the dining room with our fingers intertwined.