Todos os capítulos de Diamond Eyed Luna: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Waylon POVAxel somehow managed to get his hands on the files. “There it is. The entire file.” Slapping the thick folder on my desk. “Damn.” I said as I opened it. At the same time, my office door flew open. Jessica stormed in before I could say anything. “The fuck is wrong with you?” Her eyes looked murderous as she tossed me my phone. I was completed bewildered as I looked at it. “What? Something wrong with my phone? Is that why she isn’t responding?” “You are so stupid Waylon Jenkins! Look at your messages!” Glancing at Axel, he shrugged as I opened my phone. The first thing to show was messages from Jasmine. “Hey sexy, I’m going shopping, need anything?”“Cant wait for our usually Friday date night!”“I decided to forgive you. The love we share is too great to let something that silly get in the way.” I got five more all along those lines. Each one left on read. I saw red and by the time I got to the end, I threw my phone against the wall, shattering it. “Fucking damnit

My eyes studied hers as I tried to figure out what I was going to do. The need to protect Charlotte was there. My time was running out as I could hear the foot steps penetrate my pack house. Anger filled me as I realized I was backed into a corner. “She’s here?” Patrick said completely shocked. “ALPHA WAYLON!” The voice of the head of criminal deparement yelled. Ethan Watson. A complete dick in every way. Only cared about his image and finally bring in the elusive princess would be the arrest of his career. My office door flew open as I straightened up. I was fucking livid. “Ethan. You and I both know that you do not have the jurisdiction to come barging into my house and into my office!” “When I get word that you are harboring thr missing princess that is charged with thr desth of her parents, I can. Patrick, what are you doing here?” Ethan turned to look at him. “Assisting with a different matter that is none of your concern.” I said threw gritted teeth. “Are you Jasime? The

"What’s wrong?” Jasmine asked. I had pulled my arm away from her and held my head in my hands. I was struggling try to gain composure. “Alpha Waylon! What a pleasant surprise!” Looking up, it was King Thomas stood before me. Standing up, I shook his hand politely. Even though I wanted nothing more than to bash his head in. “It had been awhile since I have attended and after recent events, I felt it was a good faith to come support the palace.” The lie tasted bitter. “We defiantly owe you some gratitude for keeping her occupied till we were able to get down there. It seems she is a slippery one. What can you expect though!” He laughed at his own joke. “Yes, it seems women definitely have a sneaky side to them.” I laughed at my silent dig on Jasmine. Thankfully, she was groomed to be the perfect lady in public and didn’t make a scene. Like I knew she wouldn’t. “Women are good for one thing and that is warming your bed! Am I right or am I right?” King Thomas smiled as he held his

Pictures of Charlotte filled the box. Most of them were when she was younger. Even toddler age but some where of her when she was in New York. He had found her and was following her this entire time. There was some of Nora and them eating lunch together. Surveillance photos. If he knew where she was this whole time, then why didn’t he pick her up? Why let her continue to live a life? Why that why Nora’s ex-boyfriend kept finding her? We all knew we couldn’t take the pictures and if we took pictures of the pictures then he would see the flash go off. With a final grunt, she screamed loudly and then silence. Patrick replaced the lid on the box and put it back up there with whatever was on top of it. “What are you doing?” He asked her. “Getting comfortable?” She sounded confused. “No, you aren’t staying here tonight. I have a big day tomorrow and I need some good rest.” “Bu-” SLAP! “Leave!” We could hear her soft cries as she gathered her stuff and left. Holding our breaths, we

If I was suppose to be quiet, I wasn’t. I knew I was screaming but the sheer terror I felt was like nothing else. I was being tossed around, left, right, up and down. In circles and every direction that I couldn’t gather my own thoughts. My hands searched frantically for the yellow handle. I knew it was on the right side of me but that meant bending my left shoulder which was my hurt shoulder. My finger tips could reach it but my hand couldn’t grasp it. Using my right arm, I pushed my left arm up and over my shoulder to pull the rope. The sharp pain told me I tore something. It instantly went limp and I coudn’t move it. Maybe dislocated it? As my shoot opened, the whiplash was something I was going to be feeling for awhile. Looking up, the plane I was just on was flying high and away from me. Looking down, the forest below me was quickly approaching. The speed was a little fast but I didn’t know if I had breaks or not so it was all I could do to sit and wait for the trees to hit me