All Chapters of HOW TO KILL THE OMEGA LUNA: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MIAWe followed Steve up to his house, walking slowly and silently behind him. The house was the one right in front of where we had sat down. As we got closer, I noticed all the lights were off. Still, I could see it was a two-story house. I wondered if his family would mind our presence. Steve opened the door, and I turned to look at Khalid. He was staring at the ground, looking like a statue. He hadn’t said a word since I called him Dilan. But I wasn’t sure how that made me feel.When Steve opened the door and stepped in, the light came on. He held the door for us to enter too, a friendly smile on his face. I moved forward to enter, but suddenly something held me back. I froze for a second and looked up into Khalid’s dark eyes glaring down at mine. Quickly, he walked into the house first. Steve stepped aside as he did. Their eyes met.I stood paralyzed as they stared at each other, a malicious look on Khalid’s face. Then my eyes moved to his hands, clenched into fists at his

MIA“Go get me the drink now, Ana. I’m thirsty.”Khalid… I cursed inside my head. I would kill him if we got in private. I refused to open my eyes. Steve’s presence was still in the room. I could feel it, and I could tell he was staring at us. At me. No. I wasn’t going to open my eyes. I wasn’t going to face him after what he had just witnessed. What was more, I couldn’t even move.“Ana!” Khalid called again. This time his voice didn't come from behind me. I had a feeling he'd gone to sit on one of the chairs. I balled my own fists in extreme rage, ready to pour it all out. I would call him his real name just to spite him—but doing that would affect both of us, not just him. And why did he still call me Ana after commanding me to stop calling him—“Well, Dilan…” Steve’s response was floating, like he couldn't quite tell what direction it was going. I couldn’t see him, but it sounded like he too felt awkward. Khalid had turned everything around, and it didn’t take him ten minutes. I wa

MIA“You didn’t want to face me alone. I wonder why.”For a whole minute, I just stared at him, as if I’d suddenly gone inanimate. “W-what are you saying?”I could hear Steve’s footsteps inside the kitchen. Perhaps if I talked loud enough he’d come outside and Khalid would have no choice but to postpone whatever he wanted to do.But in the blink of an eye, he grabbed my hands and began to drag me away.“K-khalid,” I argued, trying not to shout so as not to disturb the house. “What are you doing?”Bell was dancing around in my head. She was enjoying this too much and I didn’t like it.Khalid kept dragging me forward — fast, sure. We swept through the hallway, past the dining room, and into the sitting room before I even caught my breath. I felt dizzy from the pace but too weak to even try pulling my hands free.He glanced quickly around the room, searching for something. My gaze followed his. So I was startled the next second when he pushed me onto the largest couch.It felt like my he

MIAAfter I left Khalid in the sitting room, my chest throbbed with guilt. Throwing the beer at him and storming out was something I would normally do when I was annoyed. But I wasn’t annoyed—I just needed to get out, and quickly.The peace I’d felt in his embrace had already vanished. I was back under the scorching sun of reality, weighed down by a thought I desperately prayed wasn’t true. When Khalid told me Lady Velvet had been killed, I froze in disbelief, fright, and wonder. Her face flashed in my mind—the motherly way she spoke to me, how she reassured me when I cried. Remembering her kindness made my heart bleed tears. So many questions cluttered in my chest, begging to be asked.But instead, the only thing that came out was his name.Dilan.The moment I thought of him, a sharp pain cut through me. What if Dilan had killed her? Bell tried to convince me to push it aside, but I couldn’t shake the thought.It was him. It had to be him. He killed the Beta to destabilize the pack—s

MIAWe were at the dining table, quiet as we did our business. Khalid sat on the chair beside me, while Steve was opposite us on the other side of the table. It was my first time eating since the day began. I tried as much as possible not to pounce on the food and stick it all in my mouth, so Steve wouldn’t think I’d come from the desert.We were eating bread and milk since we decided that I could no longer cook today. I would have managed—but Steve stopped me. He said if I really wanted to, I could cook before we left in the morning. I’d noticed that he looked a little sad when he mentioned us leaving.Steve had bread in the pantry, and since he also had milk, he decided that we could settle for that, even if it wasn't a full meal. That had irked me. I knew he had good intentions, but he was treating us too nicely. Now it was almost like he was the visitor and we were the hosts.I stole a glance at Khalid. He was as still as a statue, staring at the bread on his plate like it was som