Semua Bab Becoming the Queen Luna : Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter 51 Sleep never came.I lay there in the darkness, staring at the ceiling, watching shadows shift and move as themoon crossed the sky outside my window.Every creak of the floorboards made my heart jump, every whisper of wind against the glassmade me think someone was trying to get in.Maxwell's face kept appearing in my mind.That smirk. Those cold, calculating eyes.The way he'd pressed that knife against my neck and whispered promises that made myskin crawl.*You should be terrified of my name.*I pulled the blankets tighter around myself, but they didn't make me feel any safer.Patricia was restless too, pacing inside my mind like a caged animal, growling low warningsthat did nothing except make me more anxious.The hours crawled by.One o'clock became two, two became three, three became four.And all I could think about, besides Maxwell and his threats, was Marcel.The look on his face when he'd stood at my door, the hollow sound of his voice when he'dtalked about h

CHRISTINA"No. No, Priscilla, you can't….""I have to," she said firmly."I've already made up my mind and I've been planning it for a week now.""But where will you go? What will you do? Running away from a pack is dangerous you're anomega, Priscilla, you'll be vulnerable out there alone.""I'll figure it out," she said."I have to. Because if I stay here, I'll just keep waiting, keep hoping, keep letting Gabrielbreak my heart over and over again." She took my hands in hers, squeezing tight."I need to do this, Christina, I need to save myself because no one else is going to."I stared at her, my mind racing, my heart breaking for her."Please don't leave," I begged, my voice breaking as tears streamed down my face"Priscilla, please. You can't go. You can't leave me here alone.""Christina….""I need you," I sobbed, clutching her hands tighter."You're the only person who believes me, the only person who understands, If you leave, I'llhave no one."Priscilla's own eye

CHRISTINAI pushed open the door to Marcel's room with trembling hands.He was pacing.Back and forth, back and forth, his hands running through his hair, his face tight with worry.The moment he saw me, relief flooded his features so completely that it made somethinginside my chest crack even wider."Christina," he breathed, and then he was crossing the room in three long strides, pulling meinto his arms."Thank God. Thank God you're safe."He held me tight, so tight I could barely breathe, and I just stood there in his embrace, numband quiet and completely hollow."I'm sorry," Marcel said against my hair, his voice rough with emotion."I'm so sorry, Christina. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I shouldn't have doubted you, I'msorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."He kept saying it, over and over, like if he said it enough times it would fix what had beenbroken.But I couldn't find my voice to respond.All I could think about was Maxwel, his confession, the way he'd looked at me when

CHRISTINAI woke up to soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains.For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my head pounding with a dull ache thatseemed to pulse with every heartbeat.Then the memories came flooding back.Maxwell's confession, his plan for revenge, the way he'd laughed when he told me he'd killedhis own mate.The bottle of whiskey I'd drunk trying to silence the thoughts screaming in my head.I sat up slowly, wincing as the movement made my headache worse, and looked around theroom.I was in Marcel's bed, tucked under the blankets like someone had carefully placed methere.But there was no sign of the whiskey bottle, no stain on the carpet where I remembered itspilling, no evidence at all that I'd spent half the night drinking myself into oblivion.Marcel must have cleaned it up.Must have found me passed out on the floor and put me back to bed.Shame burned hot in my chest.I pushed the blankets aside and stood up, my legs unsteady beneat

CHRISTINA POV I spent the entire next morning searching for Maxwell, I asked everyone I came across if they'd seen him, but nobody knew where he was.Some said they'd seen him earlier at breakfast, others said he'd been helping repair one of the storage sheds, but when I went to look, he was never there.It was like he was a ghost, appearing and disappearing at will.Finally, a young omega girl told me something useful."Maxwell has a house outside the pack borders," she said. "He spends most of his time there when he's not in the main pack house, he says he likes the quiet."She gave me rough directions, and I thanked her before heading out.The walk to the edge of pack territory felt longer than it should have, my heart pounding harder with each step.What was I doing?Going to confront a man who'd admitted to killing his own mate, who'd threatened me and who was probably planning something terrible with Sandra.But I needed answers.Needed to understand what they were planning so