I Am The Luna

Chapter 97

ZAIA.

I know I should have listened to him, but I truly believed I was doing the right thing. I honestly didn’t think things would end up this bad. The festering thoughts aren’t easing up, and I feel mentally exhausted.

“Go with him. Show Atticus his room. I’ll clean this up. “I tell Valerie gently. She’s shaken by it all, and I know she’s going through a lot. I hope she at least realises she does love him.

Everyone deserves a second chance, right?

She nods and I give her a smile, watching Atticus lift him carefully. “You did amazingly. Now go with him.” I whisper to her.

She’s about to say something, but instead, she simply smiles and nods before she helps Atticus with Jai, supporting his head. She’s got blood in her hair and over her clothes, but like me, she has far bigger things to be concerned about.

They leave the room and my smile fades as I slowly drop into one of the chairs, my face falling. No longer able to keep the mask of strength on my face.

Everything went wrong tonight… This was not what I was expecting to happen.

I wanted to make things right between the rogues and us, to prove that they were just like us… But they’re not, and the painful truth is they don’t like us and never wanted to create an alliance of peace.

Then Jai, Jai shouldn’t have gotten hurt He almost died because of me… How many more people’s lives will I be responsible for in the war that I have created?

I’m terrified. Terrified of what I can possibly do… I killed someone with no hesitation and the most chilling part is, I know I’ll do it all over again if I have to. I look down at my blood-covered hands. Look at the blood behind my fingernails…

Who am I becoming?

Do I even recognise myself?

hating what

him to pull me into his arms and tell me it’s going to be ok… or simply just an embrace, glad that I am home, and safe. But instead, he turned his

my hands, brushing my hair back as

but I can’t cry. There’s so much I

“Zaia…”

quickly sit up looking away as

“Hey…”

Valerie has given him something for the pain for when he wakes up. I’m

you need rest and it’s

are here.” He reassures

to pledge their allegiance to me. Even the rogues had run, clearly fearing their lives.

realise is a reflex to hide his real emotions. “Seven.” He says softly. There’s a sadness

so sorry,”

have

More deaths…

my pack is ready.” He kneels before me and

was right. We all misjudge situations. You were incredible out there. I’m damn proud of you. Who would have thought the pregnant woman seeking a

hair

I say before he stands up and takes his leave. The words are comforting… but

up, I get to cleaning up the blood. Once everything is done and I have rolled the rug away, not wanting the children to see any signs of this tomorrow, I mop the entire floor. Finally, the smell of blood has eased up, replaced by the citrus

wearing the sweatpants and shirt we had in the getaway car, and I’m still covered in blood. I need a bath Once everything is clean and I’ve disposed of the bloody clothes and towels, I head upstairs. I pop into the children’s room, they’re both fast asleep

I fuss with the blankets before I

back and I gaze down at her, wishing all her pain and illness were

you better. I peck them ever so lightly, not wanting to

feel nervous. I’m not sure Sebastian is in there, but if he is… he’s going to be angry. I enter the room, and the first thing that hits me is the smell of smoke. Then I see him standing there. He’s only in a pair

hands; he rarely smokes There’s a deep frown on his face

fucked up. “He says when

if I’ve just

also handled it in the best way I possibly could. I’m trying.” I reply quietly. I don’t want to

before my eyes replays in my mind and the way I mercilessly flung his heart

we do this tomorrow?

just… want to

doing this now. I gave you a clear warning, Zaia, a fucking warning not to go anywhere with them and you did

and like I said, I messed up,

know where you stand in this

Your recklessness and your ego- “Please stop.” I plead quietly. My heart is thundering, and I look up at

hold

“Zaia-”

when he looks into my eyes, his soften. There’s regret, guilt, pain and so much more in them as he grabs me by my arm and yanks me close, wrapping his arms tightly around

but more than that it’s the warmth and power of his

mine as I hold on tight, as if he might just slip away. That maybe this is all a dream and I’m going

he

cry.” His voice is quiet yet

killed him without any hesitation.’ I whisper through the bond. ‘I wanted him dead for his

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