Todos los capítulos de THE LUNA YOU REPLACED IS AN ALPHA QUEEN NOW : Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Sable I woke up because the light was different.For the past week, the shelter had been dark in the mornings because of the clouds and the rain. But this morning, light came through the crack in the wall directly onto my face. It was warm.I opened my eyes and sat up. Tomas was already awake. He was standing by the doorway, looking outside."The sun is out," he said when he heard me move. His voice was excited.Maris was still asleep, and Garrick was sitting up, rolling his shoulder slowly. He did it every morning now to make it less stiff."How does it feel?" I asked him quietly."Better than yesterday," he said. "It still hurts if I lift it, but I can move it more."That was good progress. Maris had said the swelling was going down.I stood up and walked to Tomas. Outside, the world looked completely different from yesterday. The fog was gone. The sky was blue and clear. The ground was still wet, but the puddles reflected the sun."We can dry the blankets today," I said."And we c

Sable I woke up to the sound of Tomas crying.It was still dark. The lamp was off. I could not see anything at first, only hear his small, choked sobs from his corner.I sat up quickly."Tomas?" I whispered. "What happened?"Maris was already awake too. I heard her blanket rustle."He is having a bad dream again," she whispered back. "Tomas, it is okay. Wake up."I crawled over to him in the dark. His blanket was twisted around him and his forehead was wet with sweat, even though the night was cool."Tomas, it is me, Sable," I said, touching his shoulder gently.He woke up with a gasp. He looked around wildly, then saw me and grabbed my arm."The water," he said, breathing fast. "The water was coming inside.""There is no water," I told him. "The roof is fixed. Remember? We put the blue tarp."He did not calm down immediately. He held onto me for a long time. His hands were cold."It was the old house," he whispered after a minute. "In my dream, we were back in the old house and the

Sable The bread sat on the table all afternoon.The trader had left it on the big rock when he left. Tomas brought it up, even though I told him to leave it. It was still wrapped in the white cloth.None of us touched it.We tried to go back to normal. Maris swept the floor. Garrick tried to fix the handle of the water bucket. I took the wet blankets down because the sun had moved. Tomas sat in the corner with his knees pulled up, watching the bread.By evening, the shelter felt strange. Quiet in a way it had not been before."You should eat it," Maris said finally, looking at me. "Your mother sent it for you.""It is not my mother's bread," I said. "The trader brought it. My mother did not make it herself.""White bread is white bread," Garrick said gently. "You have not had white bread in a long time."I knew he was right. The last time I ate white bread was in my mother's house, before I left. She would buy it on Sundays from the market and we would eat it with butter that melted.

Sable The morning after the trader left, the shelter felt different. I woke up before the others and stared at the tarp above me.Maris was already outside. I heard her moving pots. Tomas was still asleep next to me, his mouth open a little.I got up and folded my blanket. My chest felt tight. I kept thinking about the trader and my mother and the white bread.Outside, Maris looked at me."You did not sleep well," she said."I tried," I said.She handed me a cup of water. "Drink."I drank. The water was cold.Garrick came from behind the shelter. He carried wood."Morning," he said."Morning," I said.We did not talk about yesterday. We acted like it was a normal day, but it was not.After breakfast, Tomas went to get water. I stayed to help Maris wash clothes."Are you angry that I did not go?" I asked her. My voice was quiet.She stopped washing."Why would I be angry?" she said."Because my mother has a real house," I said. "And here we have only this."Maris wiped her hands on he

Chapter 61: Home, BrieflyREGAN Our flight back into the country was uneventful. The cabin was quiet, the weather was clear, and no one interrupted us.Ruby had returned to her usual distant manner. She answered my questions politely, but she kept her eyes on her laptop for most of the journey.Twice I tried to start a conversation about the leaks in her company. Each time she replied with a single sentence and returned to her screen.Strangely, I did not mind it. At least she was sitting beside me, and she was not talking to some stranger who had flattered her at the gate.I still held a grudge against the young man from our last flight. I had never learned his name, and I did not intend to.Several hours later, the plane lowered toward the runway, and I watched the tires touch the tarmac through the window. A soft jolt moved through the cabin, and the passengers began to stir.Ruby stood up and gathered her bag. "I will be going to pick up Leo," she said."He is at my estate,"