All Chapters of Finding their Luna at an all boys school: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

ElaraI felt a gush of wind on my face before I regained consciousness. My eyes fluttered open only to see Gerald standing in the corner of the room, his back to me. My heart sank into my stomach. I laid motionless while my eyes darted back and forth across the room. "You're awake already!" He announced. How could he tell that I was awake already even when I hadn't said a word? A breath hadn't even escaped my lips. He turned around slowly to face me. I refused to meet his gaze. In seconds, beads of sweat had clouded my forehead. "Get up, Elara."My heart stopped beating for a second. Did he... Did he just call me by my original name? Or was it in my head?"Elara." He called again, "Get up."Like a robot that was being controlled, I got up from the bed, my motion slow and deliberate. They were right all along—Kael, Cassidan, Damon—they were all right about Gerald but I hadn't believed them and had been blinded by Gerald's pretense. The look on his face made my knees buckle. "Te

Elara We walked until my legs were on the verge of giving out. My lungs burned with heat, regardless of the cold air brushing against my skin. The boys Gerald had forcefully taken from the school—about two of them—half dragged, half carried me when they saw that I was slacking. My legs refused to move at some point and I collapsed onto the ground. Gerald's angered face was the last thing I saw before my eyes started to flutter. "You wouldn't dare do that, Elara. Get up, else I'm going to kill you here, right now, and no one is going to be able to find your body."My heart stuttered. My body froze in an instant. Reflex kicked in and I sprang immediately to my feet. The fear of getting killed sending strength to course into my veins. Beads of sweat clung to my forehead, my body shivered in the cold. I struggled to hold on gi strength, clenching it by the edges with both fingers. "Move faster." Gerald barked. His voice had changed drastically, he no longer sounded like the Gerald

143—Gerald. I watched the spokesman as he cleared his throat. "Hmm hmm." "Your majesty..." He started "You know you haven't been coronated yet. It's been barely a year since Alpha Varkas died and since you haven't been coronated yet, you can't sit on the throne." "So what are you trying to say?!" I asked with irritation. The spokesman looked to the others as though he was surprised I hadn't grabbed on to what he was saying. But I had and only wanted him to use the wrong choice of words so I can get an excuse to punish him. He cleared his throat again before speaking, "what I meant to say was..." He paused to think for a moment, "Never mind, your majesty." He said. "I thought as much." I replied him. "Your....your father is Varkas?!!" Elara's shrill voice rang out across the room. She looked at me with her eyes almost popping out of their sockets and for a moment, I thought they were actually going to fall off. "You didn't know about that?" J asked sarcastically, "Did

ElaraMy knees were pressed into the cold stone as I begged—really begged—for the first time in my life. My voice was hoarse, scraped raw from crying, yet I couldn’t stop. I clung to the only thing I had left: the memory of who my father used to be.“Papa… please,” I whispered, trying to reach him even as the ritual circle glowed sickly around me. I only called him Papa when we were alone, “Do you remember when you used to lift me onto your shoulders so I could reach the moonflowers on the balcony? You said I was your little star. You said stars were meant to shine, not to be caged.”He flinched a little but I saw it. The armor around his heart wasn’t impenetrable after all.Gerald stood near the altar, masking his impatience poorly. The priestess waited beside him, her hands hovering over the bowl that would sever my bond and bind my wolf. Her eyes were blank, like this horror was merely another day’s work.I swallowed hard and leaned forward, my voice, desperate. “Papa… when I broke

Gerald The silence that filled the air after Timothy's confession was impenetrable. His confession was a hard pill to swallow. I was stunned for half a moment. A man who kills his step mother and then kills his father. I had no words to describe that. But it wasn't any of my concern. If they had a family issue and couldn't resolve it, that was not any of my business. I wasn't a therapist. My only concern was Elara and her powers. I will make sure nothing happens to her. "Timothy, I think it's time for you to leave, you're not longer needed here."I watched him turn away from Elara, the smile disappearing from his face. "Leave—" he repeated the word like a curse. The smile returned slowly to his face. Seeing the delight on his ugly face only infuriated me the more. "Leave this ritual ground, else you're going to regret it!" I threatened. But it was no mere threat. If he dared to cross me, I was going to show him that Alpha Varkas had not birthed a coward. He laughed briefly be