บททั้งหมดของ The Lost Luna of Two Alphas : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Nathaniel paced restlessly as Caine's mobile number rang without response, frustration driving him to insanity; he threw the phone against the wall. “Calm down, Alpha,“ Ryan pacified, still confused. He started carefully, fearing the Alpha might mistake his question as a challenge. “Are you sure she is the one?“ He asked, finding it implausible that Kiara called. Nathaniel heaved a sigh, raking his hair with his fingers. “I want to gaslight myself it isn't true, but Kiara has been my mate for four years, Ryan. I certainly know what she sounds like. And she confirmed it herself that people keep mistaking her for someone she is not.“ “Which makes this more complicated.“ He sighed, confused. “How do people mistake her for who she is not when she is the one? Maybe she has a doppelganger,“ Ryan thought out loud, the Alpha's confusion affecting him as well. “If it is a look-alike or sound alike, if that is possible, how sure are we it's Kiara?“ “You told me she never admitted to bein

Caine searched the clusters of medics and cops for one person, the woman who was kidnapped according to what he was told. The only survivor and the victim of a sex trafficking lord. But that was not the only thing weird today. Alpha Nathaniel called earlier about an hour ago to report that he heard Kiara, his missing Luna, on the phone. When he tracked down the location, it was the same as the lady who spoke to the 911 operator before being cut off abruptly. He later discovered it was the same person who used Jessica's cell phone, which was mysteriously found there and out of place. Asking for directions, he approached where she was being treated. Her health report showed severe dehydration and malnourishment, amongst a head concussion, and multiple lacerations due to some inflicted trauma of some sort. Nathaniel was conflicted as he wanted to confirm if truly she was the Luna; Caine wasn't exactly sure how the Luna would find herself in a sex trafficking cartel. He doesn't want to

He is looking for you, everyone is at this point. I am afraid you are at the point where your past and present collide. You are deliberately ignoring them.“ Kiara sighed at her. “Because none of those things represent me now.“ Lena asserted. “You are afraid, aren't you?“ Kiara was her, she knew exactly what she felt. But was she Kiara? Everyone who knew her called her that. She wanted so badly to know who she was. Her family, her name, her identity now she was this close to knowing what she was, but she was scared of it. “I am scared, you are right. Xander is the reason, I can't leave him, he is part of my life now.“ She can't imagine how distraught he would be when he finds out she has another life on the other side that might be calling to her. “You have to choose and fast. Things might unfold just how you fear and there's little you can do to change. And I might not be here for long.“The last parts of her words were said in whispers but Lena heard her. “You can't be serious,”

Selena rolled on the bed for the umpteenth time unable to get a good night's sleep. Despite the painkillers she was given she had trouble sleeping, well that and Jack. She desperately wanted a response, anyone. A decline or a firm yes. Her eyelids fluttered awake as she jutted off her bed, a depressing dull headache throbbing behind her eyes. Desperate for some water, she flicked on the lamp and struggled out of the bed. She was wearing the hoodie that the Detective promised in the wardrobe. She rose from the bed gently and plodded towards the door to her room cautious for no absolute reason she looked at the hallway to be sure the detective wasn't along the hallway and went out closing the door behind her. Her feet found her way to the kitchen without turning on the switch, she glanced around for a fridge and found a mini one resting on the wall adjacent to the counter about going there, her legs bumped into something. A look down and she found the guilty little thing. The dog

Selena rolled on the bed for the umpteenth time unable to get a good night's sleep. Despite the painkillers she was given she had trouble sleeping, well that and Jack. She desperately wanted a response, anyone. A decline or a firm yes. Her eyelids fluttered awake as she jutted off her bed, a depressing dull headache throbbing behind her eyes. Desperate for some water, she flicked on the lamp and struggled out of the bed. She was wearing the hoodie that the Detective promised in the wardrobe. She rose from the bed gently and plodded towards the door to her room cautious for no absolute reason she looked at the hallway to be sure the detective wasn't along the hallway and went out closing the door behind her. Her feet found her way to the kitchen without turning on the switch, she glanced around for a fridge and found a mini one resting on the wall adjacent to the counter about going there, her legs bumped into something. A look down and she found the guilty little thing. The dog