All Chapters of Stolen by the Psyco Alpha; Ghost Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I pulled open the heavy wooden door of the chamber and stepped out into the stone corridor.Reymond was standing against the opposite wall, his arms folded across his chest, two guards stationed ten paces down the hall. He looked up the second the latch clicked. He waited calmly. “She says you were the leak,” I said, stopping a few feet away. “She says you’re the reason Mauris found us seven years ago.”Reymond pushed off the wall. He didn’t blink, and he didn’t start listing excuses. He just stared down at me with those cold, heavy silver eyes.“Do you want the truth, even if it makes you hate me?” he asked quietly.“Yes.”“Then get out of the hallway,” he said, turning toward his private study at the end of the corridor. “If your mother’s guards hear what actually happened that night, we won’t make it to sunrise.”I followed him into the study. He locked the door behind us, shutting out the guards and the distant, muffled sound of the rain against the narrow arched windows. The r

Reymond sat on the edge of an examination table, his dark shirt unbuttoned and drenched in fresh crimson. A syndicate medic was attempting to press a thick pad of gauze into his left shoulder, but Reymond brushed the man’s hand away like a pest. His silver eyes were wild, flicking up the second my sneakers squeaked against the tiled floor.He didn't wince. He didn't even look down at the deep, jagged tear in his chest where claws had ripped through leather and flesh."Where is your mother?" he barked, his voice a low, gravelly rasped growl.I stopped at the edge of the table, my chest heaving. "She’s gone, Reymond. The room was empty. There was blood on the floor, and a message written on the wall.""Is she alive?" He pushed off the table, completely ignoring the medic's sharp gasp as blood ran down his ribs, soaking into the waist of his trousers. "Did they take her?""Reymond, look at yourself" I yelled, stepping into his space and pressing my palms firmly against his uninjured righ

Aubert’s blade cut a hair’s-breadth into the pale skin of my mother’s throat. A single bead of deep red blood trickled down her neck, staining the white fur collar of her coat."Last chance, Princess," Aubert drawled, his voice echoing off the damp, ancient obsidian. "Walk into my cage, or watch her head roll across the stone floor."Everyone waited for me to break. My mother’s warriors held their breath. Aubert’s snipers tightened their trigger fingers. Even the fallen syndicate guards looked at me, expecting the broken, runaway girl to collapse onto her knees and surrender.II took a slow, deliberate breath and raised my right hand, palm facing the ceiling.The flickering orange flames of the wall torches instantly died. In their place, a cold, violent blue fire erupted across the stone pillars, illuminating the cavern in a terrifying, ethereal glow. The temperature in the room dropped ten degrees in a single second.A sharp, collective gasp rippled through the temple.The weight in

The alarms shrieked through the stone corridors like a dying animal, vibrating straight through the soles of my boots."Reymond, wait" I shouted, wrenching my arm free as he tried to pull me toward the lower service tunnels. "You said don't let them take you to the royal chamber. Why? What is up there that Mauris and Aubert are both so desperate to reach?"Reymond stopped, his broad shoulders heaving, his gold-flecked eyes darting down the smoke-filled corridor where the sharp crack of gunfire was growing dangerously close."The royal chamber isn't just a throne room, Natalia," he said, his voice hard, cutting through the noise of the sirens. "It’s the vault of the first blood seal. If Mauris gets you in there while the bond is partially awakened, he can use the chamber's ancient mechanics to sever our connection permanently and force a blood-oath binding you to his faction."Before I could process the terrifying weight of his words, a cluster of flashbangs detonated around the corner

The smoke hung low over the inner courtyard, thick with the sharp bite of cordite, burnt leather, and fresh blood.On the battlements above us, the stone parapet was cracked where Aubert had gone over the edge. I stood frozen, my hands trembling as the white-hot silver light under my skin slowly ebbed back into my veins, leaving behind a cold, hollow ache in my bones. Down in the mountain ravine below, the thick fog swallowed everything. No body. No sound. Just the endless rush of the winter wind against the cliff face.Beside me, my mother lowered the heavy sniper rifle. The barrel was still smoking, the acrid smell of burnt powder drifting between us. She didn't look at the fog where Aubert had fallen, nor did she look at me. She simply worked the bolt, ejecting the spent silver shell casing. It hit the frost-covered flagstones with a bright, metallic clink."He isn't dead," she said quietly, her voice smooth and entirely devoid of remorse. "A bullet through the lung won't kill an A