บททั้งหมดของ THE REJECTED LUNA: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

~~~Talia~~~The problem was the fact that Anya had trusted him first.The words kept ringing over and over again inside my head as I tried to process it, settling so deep inside the room. None of us said a thing as Serena said those words. As if the apartment itself had just sensed that something that didn't sit right had been said. Serenya was still standing just beside the window to Anya's room when I found my voice. “What do you even mean by that? She trusted him?” I asked, my voice sounded so sharper than I intended to, because definitely, someone just had to ask a question.Anya has gone to somewhere I knew nothing about. And then suddenly, a mysterious phone started to ring, one which was supposed to belong to a woman who'd died years ago. And now… Serena is speaking in riddles? Her eyes narrowed on me, never flinching, just studying me for a moment longer. As if she were deciding how much truth it weighs that I can actually handle. Then after what felt like forever to me, she

~~~Anyaz POVI knew something didn't sit right the moment the silence stretched between us inside this man's car. We'd stopped saying anything, just focused on the path before us to wherever it is that he was actually taking us to.Talia had stopped calling right away, and the night had already settled down the pathway that stretched unending before us. The ride wouldn't stop feeling so suffocating. I just remained there, seated in total silence in the passenger seat, my fingers curled tightly around the edge of my dress as the man drove, still without saying anything, while the silence suddenly felt like it was growing with every passing minute.I was beginning to actually question my decision more times than I could count now, what the hell was actually going on? I didn't know where we were going, and I didn't know who this man certainly was. I didn't even understand why I just agreed to follow him in the first place.Every nerve inside of me screamed that I shouldn't actually be d

~~~Anya’s POV Why was Alpha Larry Zodar in this picture which was somehow inside the journal and in that box? I asked myself, but clearly, I wasn't getting an answer from asking myself that question. I held the picture, still staring at it, but the next moment, it nearly slipped out of my hands before I caught it back instinctively. As my eyes remained on it for one long moment, I genuinely thought I might be mistaken, or maybe it was someone who looked like the Alpha Larry Zodar I knew. Maybe I've looked too quickly, maybe my eyes were suddenly playing tricks on me. But no, I looked deeper again, the face was still there. Undeniably Larry. Standing inside the picture and looking directly at the camera. My pulse started to quicken as my eyes remained on the photograph, because this was totally impossible, not even because Larry was in this, but because, everything else in that box wasn't supposed to belong to this era—that was supposed to be in another generation, another story t

~~~Anya’s POVDid my mother actually run, like disappeared? My head turned back towards Serena over again, wanting to hear more that I haven't been told. But her eyes were glued to Luciano, and so was his, as if anything that was passing between them was totally deadly, and they were just trying to hold back.The air felt sharp, heavy, carrying many emotions which shifted with it. The question lingered on the air, completely impossible to ignore. I didn't give an answer to what Serena had asked, because I just couldn't. The truth was he didn't, not even a bit. For several seconds, the three of us remained like that, none of us said a single word while the wind moved through the dried trees around us. The vehicles sat there, waiting on the edge of the road, and suddenly, the eerie world felt as if it was being paused, waiting for someone to say something, even if it was a lie, or basically to say the truth, or even both. My head slowly shifted towards Luciano once again, gently. Th

~~~Anya’s POVMy safety was supposed to be my top priority. Even though I didn't know why he'd said that right now, I clearly agreed that I didn't do any of that. I didn't put myself first in this whole journey, all I ever wanted was answers… but I ended up getting more questions than an actual answer. For one long moment, I couldn't even react, couldn't believe how far I'd come, couldn't understand why Luciano had suddenly driven off that way… it felt as if I wasn't actually the one being followed in this whole mystery. I didn't know what to believe anymore. The silence settled around us, leaving just those words from them inside my head. My mother, Selene. The same woman whose name had followed me for many days, the same woman who suddenly appeared in those photographs, the journals, the warnings, and every secret I'd uncovered. She'd wanted me to learn so much. But somehow, every answer only pulled me deeper into something I didn't even understand, leaving me to question wheth