The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 406

Avery’s POV

I hadn’t seen that face in years.

Ten years, in fact.

The last time I had seen Deirdre, she had been dead. By my own hands. Lying on the dirt floor of that abandoned greenhouse with blood on her lips and eyes that stared up at nothing.

For ten years, that image had haunted me. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever considered that I might one day kill someone, and yet it had been Deirdre’s life, of all the lives, that I had taken.

And yet now here she was. Ten years later.

Alive and walking past me along a sunlit path.

I stared at her, mouth open, footsteps halting in the dirt. How was this possible? Deirdre was dead-I had watched her die.

Unless…

Maybe she wasn’t dead. Maybe I’d been too hasty in my escape. Maybe…

at me, noticing my stare, and stopped walking. My heart pounded as she reached up and removed her

wasn’t Deirdre at all. The woman looking at me had a

black hair. A small button nose dotted with freckles. Pale skin, nothing at all like Deirdre’s tanning addiction. Her eyes were a deep brown and her lips were full and she had a tattoo of a butterfly on

was deep and husky with a slow drawl that

head and forced a smile, although it

I

woman’s face didn’t change. “Knew?”

I waved my hand. “Old

I heard her snort softly under her breath. “Right. Acquaintances,” she muttered. Her eyes flicked up one side of me and down the other, like she was studying me. I suddenly felt very small beneath her gaze, and something about it made the

she brushed past me without another word, hips swaying as she walked down the

tightly into a bun at the back of her neck. Her stride was familiar, but

Deirdre was dead.

let out

eyes a few moments to adjust from the bright sunlight outside to the darkness within. I blinked, feeling

was leaning against the counter with a cup of something in one hand and his other

of us could speak, Gideon stepped

still here?” I

sound too excited.” Gideon’s

talking about