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Chapter Fifty-Four: The Druid (Emissary of the gods)

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Mel POV:

I watch from the upper landing as Derek pushes Alessia's door shut, locking him in with her. With her in his arms.

Alessia.

Again.

I feel a storm of jealousy courses through me. My nails bite into the wooden banister, splinters digging into my skin, but I don't care. Pain helps ground the fury. Helps keep my expression neutral.

I turn sharply on my heel, stalking back to my chambers, the silk of my robe whispering against the floor. The moment the door shuts behind me, I let it slip.

The mask. The restraint.

I slam a hand against the wall, the sharp crack echoing through the room. Rage courses through me like wildfire.

She's not even one of us.

She doesn't understand what it means to be Luna. To protect, to lead. And yet Derek - my Derek - keeps choosing her. Again. And again.

I saw the look Alessia gave me back in the confinement cell. Her eyes boring into mine in a disturbing way. Like - like she could see through me. Knows what have done. And I hate it. I hate how somethin
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