Chapter 6

SEVEN YEARS LATER~ Red Moon Pack. Killian's Point Of View~ It's been seven years since Eleanor left. Even when I've made Taylor my Luna, I still felt a part of me was missing. A part of my heart felt empty. That night, when I found her fleeing the pack, I remembered her glaring bloodshot eyes and the words she said to me. A knock on the door snatched me out of my reverie, interrupting my thoughts. Looking up, I saw that it was Taylor and a smile tugged my lips. She gave me a kiss on the forehead before taking her seat beside me with her laptop in her hand. “Drop it there!” She said to the maid who came in with her morning coffee. I realized her countenance wasn't happy at the moment. staring at the screen of the laptop, she typed on the keyboard continuously, her brows creasing as she pouted her lips. “What is it, Taylor? You look angry? Did something happen?” She shook her head as she turned to face me.. “It's Raquel, Killian. Paris fashion queen. Have you forgotten she accepted my request to work on a project with her?” “Yes I do, What happened?” I replied, stroking her blonde hair as I reclined on the chair. “She terminated my offer. I won't be on board to work with her anymore. She chose other famous designers to work on a project with her.. I should have known it was too real to be true. Seeing her accept my request earlier made me so happy but I didn't expect she'd have a change of mind.” Taylor disclosed everything to my dismay. She shut her laptop and shoved her fingers into her hair, sighing with exhaustion. “Raquel has always been my top idol. I've always loved her fashion designing skills. Having a chance to work with her would also help me broaden my horizon and bring more fame to my fashion brand.I suppose she only wants to collaborate with elite designers like herself. I feel so heartbroken, Killian. I was so excited that I told my mom the news about my offer to work with her. I had no idea she'd reject it suddenly.” Caressing my temple, I thought of what to do about her situation. I can't really help in this case since it's Raquel 's decision not to work with her. “I could reach out to Mr Jacques in Paris. His son is a friend of mine and he has connections with top designers like Raquel. I could speak to him to help you reach her.” My face lit as I hinted while Taylor nodded with relief, wiping her tears quickly. “How do we reach out to him? He owns a fashion house like you in Paris right?” “Yes, and he was the one who informed me about the Great Fashion Show, which would be held tonight at the Eiffel Hall in Paris. Different famous designers and models will get to showcase their styles and brand. Jacques has assured me that he would connect me with some top male designers. I'm sure he'll help you with a connection with Raquel .”. “That's lovely.. You don't know how relieved I am to hear of this. I've also fantasized about being a top designer like Raquel . Tell me, Killian, are we still going to attend the fashion show? We already booked tickets. Don't tell me you aren't going..” Smirking, I replied, “I will.. As a matter of fact, I haven't seen this Raquel but since you always talk about her, I'd personally love to see her physically.” Taylor snickered at my statement. “It's difficult to see celebrities like her, Killian. I doubt if she'd spare a second to see you,” “You're indirectly mocking me, you know,” After a few minutes, the door jerked open and my pretty seven year old daughter scampered towards us, giving us kisses on our foreheads. “Morning mom.. morning dad,” Elena greeted with a bright smile that revealed her perfect set of teeth. I could see there were little smudges of mud in her hand. “Did you go out to play with those kids again?” I asked after drawing her towards me. Her smile melted my icy heart, and her features reminded me of Eleanor. She has her eyes, her long lashes, long hair and flawless white skin. Seeing her everyday gives me memories of Eleanor; I can never forget her no matter how hard I try. “I went to help with a few things at the pack's farm and the garden. I helped an old maid with packing some firewood. She was so scared to see me help her. Why daddy? Why are everyone scared whenever I come around to help them?'' Elena asked cutely, her amber eyes boring into mine. She had the same qualities of her mother, Eleanor. She was always helping people around at the pack house. I never still believe that someone as kind hearted as her would stoop so low to kill my own father. “I've told you several times not to help people, Elena. You're a princess. It's not your job to do that..” “Okay,” She replied, cupping my cheek with her beautiful hands. I'm sure she'd still go around to help people. She has such a kind heart. If only she could have a sibling to keep her engaged rather than sneaking around to help the pack members. It's so devastating that Taylor has been having several miscarriages after the death of her first child. I still wonder why the Moon goddess hates her this much. It's been seven years and she still hasn't been able to have her own child. “Dad, Mom.. My birthday is coming up. I'll need you to take me on one of your trips abroad. I'm tired of remaining in the pack. I want to see the world as well!” Elena disclosed smiling from ear to ear while Taylor sighed. Her smile faded and I'm sure she was still thinking about those incidents that happened seven years ago during her labor. If her child hadn't died then he would have been seven years old like Elena now. ~PARIS, FRANCE. 10:20am Applying the red shade of lipstick on my lips, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my lips blooming into a warm smile. Standing up from the velvet stool, I made a 360° turn in front of the mirror, assessing the beautiful dress on my body. I was In a black short dress without sleeves, my favorite type of outfit. “Good morning Mom!” Eloisa squealed and trotted towards me, enveloping me with her arms. Stroking her glossy brown hair, I leaned forward to brush her forehead with my kisses. “You look stunning and flawless! You've always looked great on every outfit. I'd love to be a model like you when I grow up. I'd also love to own a huge fashion house.” Eloisa squealed excitingly and I ran my fingers on her cheek, stroking her with so much affection. Hearing her utter such words wasn't surprising to me. She has always imitated me and followed me on several shots as a model. The love and interest she had for my career was evident in her at a tender age. “I love you mom,” Eloisa mumbled and I smiled sweetly, giving her forehead a lot of kisses. “Next week July 14 will be our birthday. What will you be getting for me, mom? Will you take me out?” Eloisa Inquired curiously, her eyes sparkling like there were hidden stars in it. With a smile, I cupped her cheek and whispered, “It's a surprise. I won't be telling you, honey. You don't want me to ruin your surprises, do you?” I said, pinching the bridge of her pointed nose. One of those features she shared with me. She chortled and asked, “Will you take me to DisneyLand in California? I've always dreamt of going there, mom.” “You'll go there someday, okay.. I promise to take you there this summer. And how old is my baby turning?” Teasingly, I asked as I tickled her armpit. She giggled and mumbled, “I'll be seven. And you mom.. How old will you be?” “I'll be twenty eight, sweetheart,” I replied, getting on both feet. “You have to get ready for school, I don't want you to miss school today. Remember you skipped school yesterday because you had to follow me to take some shots at the villa.” “But Mom, I wish to see you walk on the runway at the Eiffel Hall. Please mom.” Eloisa pestered, pouting her lips as she stared at me with large doe eyes. “I'm sorry, Eloisa. You can't follow me for the event because you can't afford to miss school today. I'll make it up for you, I promise. Disneyland urh??!” She beamed after hearing about Disneyland. Without hesitating, she hugged me and scurried off to meet her nanny so she could prepare her for school. Clutching my posh bag, I wore my rollet wristwatch and a shimmering sparkling necklace made of diamond, one of my collections. I wouldn't have been where I am today if not for those two wonderful foreigners who came to tour Red Moon Pack that very day I was escaping with a sick Eloisa. They not only took my child to the hospital but they also provided everything I needed to survive since I had no pack to live. The accidental shot Jacquine took of me and my baby went viral that year. Many modeling agencies all over the world reached out to me. Elizabeth, the other Blondie in the car back then was a designer. She took me to a fashion school in Paris since I had interest in becoming a designer. My fashion skills were great and it gained me much fame and recognition. I worked as a model for different agencies and also as a designer. I now possess my own fashion house where I display my own fashion collections and dresses with many foreigners trooping in daily for a partnership. Everything has changed. I am no longer Eleanor, the omega who endured all hardships and unfairness in life because I had no other choice. I'm now an independent and famous fashion designer. I no longer go by the name Eleanor… I'm now Raquel Charles. I alighted gracefully from my posh car immediately after my bodyguards parked. They all trailed behind me and the paparazzis didn't cease to take a shot of me. Getting into the magnificent hall, I was welcomed nicely and was later taken backstage where I was to get dressed with some other models. After we were done with dressing, we walked elegantly back to the hall filled with numerous and countless people. Loud screams and claps erupted from the audience as soon as my name was being mentioned. “You can do this, Eleanor.. you can..” I murmured to myself, and as a lady nodded, I did the same, shifting my focus to the audience, who peered at me intently. I was dressed in one of my latest designs, a mermaid gown that glimmered like silver and was long and body hugging with a tilt at the end, revealing my gorgeous thighs. As the spotlight hit me, all of my accessories glistened, giving me a total aura of perfection. As I cat walked down the runway, I was surprised to see one person sitting among the audience. Killian…. He's back.. His eyes were fixed on me, but I tried not to acknowledge them as they sent unexplainable shivers down my spine. There, sitting at the front row, was the person I never thought I would see again. The person my he art craves yet hurts from. The person I never wished to spare a glance at. KILLIAN DOBREV….