Lahat ng Kabanata ng From ruin to the Lycan King's Luna: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Sebastian's POV.She was asking about my mother; no one had ever asked about her directly. Everyone else just toed the sidelines. I realise now that I never knew how much a direct question would affect me. I felt rigid, like all the cells in my body became stone, I was not sure what to say, which of the memories that assaulted me to pick. Everything about my mother just suddenly came to the fore and my body had to pause."Had." I settled on the word because it was the only one I could say, my mouth was filled with words too heavy to say."She had good taste, she is dead now." My mouth moved without thought, and saying it out loud felt like I was betraying something and liberating at the same time, it was confusing to feel such different things all at once. It was a turmoil, felt like the vessel between boiling water and boiling oil, two that will never mix, and I was the one burning.A palm on my hand. I felt her hand before I saw it, her fingers thin, abs white, flesh supple and bea

Derek's POV.Elder William is the least expected person to be standing in front of my desk right now. His face was contorted in an expression I think is frozen between disgust and pity. I think I unlocked a new emotion, and I will call it disgusted pity..Slowly, I watched his hand approach me, I made no movement, partly out of curiosity and partly because I didn't think he would try to harm me. He gently pried the paper out of my hand, like one would coax something out of a child's hand. He smoothed the paper, and set it gently on the rest of the stack, moving with such grace that I had never seen nor would I have attributed to him before. "I'm sure we have not gotten to this point." He said, resting one palm on the stack of papers, tapping his fingers slowly and focusing his gaze on me..I let out a laugh, despite his gaze burning holes into my malnourished skull. It was the kind that bubbled from the depths of my throat, made from self-pity and loathing, lacked every atom of humo

Derek's POVThe heels of a petite young lady made clacking sounds that cut through the silence like a hot knife through butter. With her heels clacking sounds, she redirected the attention of everyone to the stage, at least Fiona and me.She was clad in a black and white get-up, a white shirt, a black skirt, a black scarf around her neck and black heels. She looked very formal and professional, and beautiful too, with her black hair tied back into a low bun and brown eyes. I caught myself wondering if I stood a chance with her, with my current situation."You know you don't have to drool so obviously." Fiona's voice was quiet, calm even, a sharp contrast to her usual hysterical self, and that was not settling well with me.I caught myself, tore my eyes away from the auctioneer and stared at the woman beside me, my wife's best friend turned mistress turned Luna. I know Fiona, she was not the type that would take something like that calmly, she would normally go bonkers, her eyes would

Fiona's POVI have him.He is still in my control.It was enough to know I still had him under my whims. Still had him wrapped around my fingers.I was not having it. The mess he was putting up right next to me. I had to fight, tooth and nail, take up a load of crap, to get him from Susanna, yet even then her name never left the halls of the palace, or those of my mind. This is the sanest I have felt in years, perhaps it is because I was outside of the palace and breathing fresh and lavish air, but I really owe Liora a big one for this.The Auction House defined wealth. DarkMoon's riches' treasury cannot even be enough to call chump change next to this....., this was next-level wealth. So much so that I couldn't even dare to be jealous, that would count as ambition.But the wealth was not the only thing that Derek had eyes on. The auctioneer was a beautiful woman; she looked prim and professional, her shirt and skirt spoke of silent wealth, the kind that inspires. The first time I cau

Susanna's POV I was at this auction for two reasons only. One: To get Sebestian the artifact he had his eye on for a while now. And two: To thoroughly humiliate Fiona and Derek, giving a taste of their own medicine. I had racked my brain for hours, inventing, ruling out and going over the best ways to do just that, but right now it seems I had no reason to stress myself like that. They had done a good job doing that to themselves.The moans had echoed in the walls of the Auction House, and it was very disturbing to be very honest. The sounds were very explicit and even had the audacity to be at intervals. Sometimes muffled, sometimes loud. Single-handedly making me very uncomfortable. I don't even want to talk about Sebastian, The man looked like he was about to punch a wall, the only thing stopping him is that we are literally in the wall. The design of this place makes me see why Shadow Pelt prided themselves on their intelligence.I peeked out the curtain a little bit, not even