Semua Bab SECOND Chance MATE TO The LYCAN : Who dares Touch my LUNA: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Laila’s POVSometimes the heaviest part of grief is the silence it leaves behind.I sat on the shore long after the mermaid left, my heart numb and I felt a bit overwhelmed.What was my purpose?I used to strongly believe everyone had a reason for being created but as I sat there, I wasn't so sure.Just like background characters in a movie, maybe some of us were just fillers to the main character’s story.I stared at the rippling surface, uselessly waiting for someone to tell me what to do next. What was the next part of the script?I got what I wanted, my powers and hell a book that might be able to help… but now I was scared to use them.I couldn't get my baby.Theron would forever hate me.I made a vow to break the mermaid's curse while all the same have limited time to return the book to avoid another curse.And the hardest part were the people that had to die for these powers.It was easier to avoid it before, but now I have seen their faces and seen others who got affected… I c

Laila’s POV“Move!” One of them commanded, shoving me from behind. I stumbled forward, colliding with the rough bark of a tree. I winced my head exploding in pain, I didn’t even get a minute to steady myself when a rough hand grabbed me and ushered me to keep moving.“You’re lucky I have these anti-magic chains on me,” I sneered, rubbing my temples with my hands bound.“You’re lucky you’re worth more alive, more walking and less talking,” the bigger one behind retorted. In my eyes he looked like a sac of meat and bones, one second away from these chains he’ll be six feet under.“You don’t want to send me to Kayla, I could give you more than she offers.” I bargained feeling the shiver of fear crawl down my spin.It was more of a thing of ego, I didn’t want to be at the mercy of that gutter-queen.“Oh really you’ll pay double of what she’s offering?” the man at the front said, slightly amused.“Money isn’t the powerful resource in this world, that book you hold have things that people w

Laila's POV The next morning…My eyes fluttered open and I blinked up at the ceiling for a few seconds before my memory.I jerked up and the side of the bed felt warm like someone had been there recently.And I didn’t have to guess who.I pushed myself up, my eyes searching for something else and when I found it I let out a sigh.No one had taken the book. “Kieran…” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my forehead. “Did he sleep next to…”I stopped myself. I was giving myself too much space to hope, and hope was dangerous.Before my thoughts could sink deeper, a knock tapped against the door.“Come in,” I said, voice rough.The door opened just enough for Lana’s head to peek through. Her eyes widened the moment she saw me. “My lady?” She stepped in fully, smile blooming across her face. “You’re really back.”“I’m here,” I cut in gently.She rushed forward and stopped herself at the last second, hands curling as if she wanted to hug me but wasn’t sure she was allowed. “It’s… it’s goo

Laila's POV There had to be some kind of mistake.I double-checked the name on the tombstone, then checked the book again.“No… no, that can’t be right,” I muttered, squatting down. “You’re telling me I killed someone who died before I even existed?”The book stayed still and I wondered if there were limits to the questions it could respond to.“Did the mermaid lie to me?” I tried asking another question but the book stayed the same.“Or are you lying?” I questioned and got the same response, nothing.I rose to my feet with a frustrated sigh when movement caught my eye.A woman stood a few yards away, half-hidden between two willow branches. I hadn’t noticed her early and the way she stood staring at me creeped me out.Maybe she thought I was crazy talking to a book and maybe I was.I straightened, trying not to look completely insane. I glanced at the tombstone again, pretending I wasn’t bothered. When I looked back, the woman was walking in my direction.It’s a cemetery anyone coul

Laila's POV I felt little droplets tickle down my cheeks before, dripping into my ear. I blinked, tasting mud and iron on my tongue. For a second I thought I was dreaming, but then the crooked silhouette of a tombstone hovered above me, and realized I was on the ground of a cemetery.Then everything crashed.I pushed myself up with a grunt.A fresh droplet slid down my face. No… not fresh. Falling. It was raining—harder now.I scrambled upright, wobbling.My head throbbed where the last hit landed. The edges of my vision swirled, but I forced myself to stay steady. I needed to move before I could get drenched and fall ill.I hurried through the rows of stones, slipping twice before finding the rusted gate. The car sat where I left it. I yanked the door open, slid inside, and exhaled shakily.“My book…” I whispered to myself, staring at my empty passenger seat. My hand trembled on the steering wheel when I noticed my right arm. The veins were darker now as if my blood had turned bl