The Rejected Luna
I said in a low tone.
Something about Rivera kept on nagging at my guts, and I was thankful we had gotten closer to the tents.
“is that the Alpha King’s tent?” she asked, pointing towards Hades’ tent.
I turned my head toward her, about to answer when the words clogged in my throat.
I stood with my eyes wide in shock as Astrid walked out of the tent, her hair in a mess like hands had pulled them. Her lips swollen like It had just been kissed.
My eyes trailed down to her neck, watering as I noticed the bite marks decorating it. Astrid pulled her hair up, the same way Hades made me do mine, proudly showing off his marks.
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