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

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 back

my head in my hands, brushing my hair back as I try to

cry. There’s so

“Zaia…”

up when Atticus enters the room and I quickly sit up looking away as

“Hey…”

room. Valerie has given him something for the pain for when he

and it’s not safe.”

men are here.”

pledge their allegiance to me. Even the rogues had run, clearly fearing their lives. It’s all a mess. I will have

a reflex to hide his real

so sorry,”

have families?

More deaths…

pack is ready.” He kneels before me and gives my shoulder a

did what you thought 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 home in my pack would become this goddess? You are

my hair back, and I

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

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

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 and I smile softly, feeling warmth

fuss with the blankets before I gently check Sia’s pulse, frowning. It’s

and I gaze down at her, wishing

peck them ever so lightly, not wanting

the first thing that hits me is the smell of smoke. Then I see him standing there. He’s only in a pair of sweatpants and

as he leans against the wall with a cigarette in his hands; he rarely smokes There’s a deep frown on his face and I don’t

that you fucked up. “He says when I’m about to step

at him, feeling as if I’ve just been punched in the

made a mistake, but I also handled it in the best way I possibly could. I’m trying.”

way I mercilessly flung his heart into the woods. I

this tomorrow? I’m tired.” I

want to

to go anywhere with them and you did just that.” He says as he advances

and like I said, I messed up, I admit

you stand in this

Your recklessness and your ego- “Please stop.” I plead quietly. My heart

you to hold me. He looks down

“Zaia-”

and 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

his embrace. Sparks course through me, but more than that it’s the warmth and power of his embrace that

heart is thudding hard and so is mine as I hold on tight, as if

trickle down my cheeks as he

don’t cry.” His voice is quiet

without any hesitation.’ I whisper through

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