All Chapters of Luna At Alpha Academy: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

“No. We all respect the First Believer. However these people take advantage of that and come here to use the pills we package for their own good.”“Hmm… that’s horrible. All the hard work is just going down the drain like that?”He shrugs, an effortless, tired motion. “There is nothing we can do about it.”“And it’s not like they’re fighting. Why do they take so much?”“Fighting?” He snorts. “They use it to get high. They have a mix for it, they are the ones who discovered it. That is why they’re being treated like kings and no one opposes them.”“Oh… can anyone use it?”“Only the truly determined who have gone beyond their limits.” He says it like he’s reciting doctrine from a myth.“O-Kay.” I bite back another question and sink back into the rhythm of folding and sealing. The room hums: clinks of metal, low conversation, the slap of hands on packets. I press my senses out the way I always do, careful, scanning for unusual signatures.‘They have blockers.’ Ezra warns in my head.‘Now

Eldora tilts her head, looking between us. “How did you figure Noroya was a part of them?” “We found traces of her magic after the Dome incident at the Alpha games.” I explain, keeping my voice steady. “It was identical to the magic found on me…” “That’s true.” Eldora nods, thinking it over. “What happened where you were?” “Nothing major. I was assigned to storage; made sure the fire started there and spread. I was worried about the room you came out of, but it burned down too.” I watch her reaction closely. The worst is always the little things that pull at her. “Yeah. I fixed the circles in place when I first got there. It was important.” She says it simply, like she’s ticking off a list she doesn’t want to think about too long. Father looks up, searching our faces. “Am I missing something here?” I shift in my seat. Time to keep a few cards close to my chest. “The VIPs… we think they’re students from the academy but we aren’t sure, since we didn’t particularly see anything.” T

ELDORA’S POV You were just telling me about your feelings for me… so why? Why aren’t you moving anymore? Why are my hands—shaking so badly—covered in your blood? “Darien…” My voice cracks, breaking apart like glass. “Please…” I choke on the word as my sobs spill out uncontrollably. “Please, don’t leave me too!” My fingers clutch at his shirt, desperate and trembling, as if that can somehow hold his soul in place. The world around me blurs; sound, color, everything fading until all that’s left is the warmth draining from his body and the echo of my scream in the air. “HEAL!” - DARIEN’S POV “Roman’s always been weird,” I say with a shrug, slipping into my usual nonchalant tone. “Tell me about it.” She chuckles softly. It’s a lighter sound than before, freer. The last time I saw her, she carried herself like the whole world was pressing down on her shoulders. Now, that weight seems… gone. “Did something good happen?” I ask, studying her expression. “You seem happier.” She he

ELDORA’S POV EARLIER THAT EVENING I flick a piece of fry up and catch it in my mouth, grinning at my own stupid little trick. Roman doesn’t look up, he’s buried in something on his desk so I lob another one at the side of his head. “Ow?” I snort. “What are you so concerned about? Your burger is getting cold.” I wave him over with one hand, crumbs sprinkling from my fingers. He finally drags himself away from the papers. “Fredrick is back.” The words make me sit up so fast my chair squeaks. “What? When? how do you know?” “This evening. Someone at the administration office called me. I asked earlier and apparently he was sent out on his own evaluation.” “By himself?” “No, someone went with him. I’ve sent a message to have his partner investigated in case there is also a connection to the believers.” Roman’s face is all business now. He thinks of everything. I smooth the crumbs off my jeans. “Wow.” Am I even helping? “So what’s the plan now?” “I’m not sure. We could try raidin

Funny enough, it wasn’t Ruan’s death that drove me down this path. It was their reactions to it. Outside, the staff murmured with that awful casual cruelty. “He died? Oh, sooner or later he would have.” Pack members whispered the same thing but softer, like a rumor you didn’t want to be heard repeating. “With a constitution like that, not surprising.” No one showed any sympathy. I storm into the study, all heat and jagged breath. “Father, are you hearing what they’re saying about Ruan? Stop them.” The study smelled of old paper. Shelves rose like silent sentinels to the ceiling, lined with leather-bound volumes whose spines had been rubbed smooth by generations of fingers. A heavy oak desk sat beneath a tall window, its surface littered with maps and a single, cold silver pen. Light from the late sun slanted through the blinds in harsh stripes, cutting the room into bars of brightness and shadow like a cage. Father stood with his back to me, one hand on a book, the other thumb