CHAPTER 151: The Second Time

CASPIANNaraya didn't come on Monday.I glanced at the empty desk outside my door, the neat stack of files she'd left on Friday, the cold mug at the corner that nobody had cleared. I told myself it was nothing. A cold. An appointment with the midwife. She had earned a day.She didn't come in on Tuesday either.By Wednesday I had stopped pretending. I stood in the doorway of my own office at half past eight, watching the elevator doors slide open and closed on strangers, and felt something in my chest tighten with every one that wasn't her."Delphine," I said. "Where is Miss Veils?"Delphine looked up from her screen. She had that careful, cornered expression people get when they know the answer is going to land badly."Alpha Brimstone called on Monday morning, my king. He said she was unwell.""Unwell how?""He didn't say.""Has she called?""No, my king.""Has she answered her phone?"Delphine's silence was an answer.I went back into my office and shut the door and stood very still

CHAPTER 152: Held Captive

NARAYAOn the fourth day, the lock turned in the middle of the afternoon.I was sitting on the floor with my back against the bed, counting cracks in the ceiling plaster, because counting was the only thing left that Roger couldn't take. My cheek had gone from purple to a sick yellow-green. My ribs hurt when I breathed. The window was nailed shut from the outside. Ava had gone quiet days ago, curled tight around the small, stubborn flutter beneath my navel, and I had stopped asking her for comfort because she had none to give.Food came three times a day through a guard who never met my eyes. Roger came at night. He sat on the edge of the bed and told me about his day in a soft, reasonable voice, and I stared at the wall until he left.So when the key scraped, I assumed it was early.I did not stand.The door opened a few inches. A woman slipped through it and closed it behind her with great care, and I looked up into a pair of green eyes I had expected to see on the other side of a l

CHAPTER 153: The King Goes Home

CASPIANI left BloodMoon Pack at dawn, the way I had left every place that ever hurt me. Without a goodbye.The convoy waited at the foot of the VoxTin steps, black cars lined up like mourners. Elric held the door of the lead vehicle. Behind him, the building rose into a pale grey sky, forty floors of glass that had held the only warm six weeks I'd known in years.I did not look up at it.Roger had come to see me off. Of course he had. He stood at the bottom of the steps in a charcoal suit, hair combed, face arranged into a respectful sorrow he'd clearly practised in a mirror.“My king,” he said. “I'm sorry for the circumstances. I hope you'll reconsider returning to inspect the Eastern division next quarter.”“VoxTin remains yours,” I said.Surprise flickered over his face, quickly smothered. “My king is generous.”“Your numbers are improving. Whoever's been correcting them has done good work.” I let the sentence rest between us a second longer than was polite. “I would hate to disru

All Chapters of The Luna He Never Deserved: Chapter 151 - Chapter 153

CHAPTER 151: The Second Time

CHAPTER 152: Held Captive

CHAPTER 153: The King Goes Home