Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna's Rejected Assassin: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Bright and early Ivan arrived for a private meeting with me and Alexander. He bounced into the sunlit parlour room like a happy puppy, tall, with long limbs, bright eyes and a wide smile as we wittered through some pointless small talk. Tall stained-glass windows coloured the scattered papers on the desk with a rainbow hue. I was dressed in one of my finer Luna dresses, a dark green silken gown, full of golden threads that highlighted my eyes and brown hair. Alexander and Ivan both wore the traditional White Forest deep cut white shirt and dark pants. With his long black hair, Alexander reminded me of a dangerous, deviant pirate sometimes in his shirt, and I absolutely loved it. “So…how can I help?” he asked merrily after being given a drink and settling into a cosy leather chair. I tried to be as jolly as him, but I could see Alexander struggling. He stayed back from the pair of us on the soft chairs, leaning against the mantlepiece at a distance. His eyes o

Today could not have gone much fucking worse. I kind of regretted leaving her in that room, it looked god awful. I needed space before I collapsed so crappy, stinking shack it was. Bella also thinks I am heading to interrogate the old guy. Little does she know I've headed straight back out of town, almost running until I found a rocky enclave where I could be undisturbed. Honestly, the instant I saw the town this afternoon I got dangerous vibes coming at me like cannon fire. Viktor was off the charts, scampering round my mind begging me to leave, to come up with another plan. But we were here, and after last night with Bella…well. She was so infuriatingly certain about this shithead Bram. Shaking my head and rubbing my neck in frustration I cracked open a bottle and started chugging. I had to be quick before the pain made me pass out. To distract me from the feeling someone was sawing my head off I went back to last night. How could someone as

I knew exactly where I was before they took the bag from my head in the pitch black of night. Cells all have the same distinct smell of unwashed and abandoned. The huge men had carried me kicking and screaming towards whichever building they were now holding me in.I hadn’t slept a wink all night, just sat perfectly still on whatever bench they had left me on. My hands were shackled to the wall so I couldn’t remove the linen bag. To my distress I had discovered that moving or thrashing too quickly made the air in the bag too hot, causing me to retch as my body tried to escape its confinement.The hours had slowly dragged on, every sound in the distance, a clinking of keys, a door slamming sent all my nerves leaping skywards. It seemed at any moment I was going to be roughly grabbed and given the justice this mob of lunatics deemed fit.I sensed it was dawn through the lightening of my vision, though all I could see was brown canvas. It was better tha

My head stayed firmly in my hands, roughly grabbing at my hair in frustration. I didn’t want to risk my scars going into nuclear meltdown by looking at her. Nor did I want to give her fucking satisfaction either. “What do you want?” I growled at her. The faintest hush of a gasped breath before she softly declared. “That’s not very nice after all these years, I saw you yesterday you know.” “You know I left immediately too then, if I had wanted to talk to you I would have.” I heard her click the roof of her mouth in annoyance, a bad habit she had failed to drop. “You can at least look at me, do I not get that?” “As you well know, I fucking can’t thanks to your psychotic family slashing me up,” I snapped back angrily, “I think we’re done here." I waved my hand, gesturing for her to get the hell out. Instead of leaving, her footsteps softly padded further into the room, Viktor was oddly still, unmoved by her presence. Yesterday he

Alexander and I headed to the castle courtyard together, my hand resting on his firm arm as he formally escorted me to greet our arrival. In his white shirt and jet black cloak he reminded me of a wild pirate, his hair blowing back into the wind and his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Leaving the sanctuary of the castle, into the bright sunshine of the square courtyard felt like walking towards a firing squad. The half-dozen Beta’s we had just spoken to was close to the vehicles. To others they were offering a friendly welcome and asking about the drive, we knew that one gesture and they would all be pinned and arrested. Annoyingly, a large crowd of omegas, servants and others had gathered around the edges of the large square, eager to see who arrived in such triumphant style. Fyre nudged me and as I breezed through the group, ready to greet the newcomers I saw the red hair of Ivan bobbing through the mass of people. Azalea was no doubt close by too. My heart lea