Chapter 107
Chapter 107
LUNA AQUAMARINE’S POV
The words hit like a slap. The headache I thought had left was back again.
Worse than before.
Touch her and you’ll lose your limbs?
Alexander wasn’t even looking at me. His eyes were shooting daggers at Clifford as if Fiona was something worth protecting.
I could hear my pulse in my ears. “Why shouldn’t she be punished for her crime?”
My heart was racing too fast and my face twisted in confusion. “Didn’t you understand what that paper means? Do I really need to state the obvious?”
Silence.
He just stared at the note in his hand.
I stepped closer, my fists tight. “Does it make sense to you? You know I couldn’t have written whatever was on that sheet. Or are you really siding with her despite knowing the truth!?”
He lifted his eyes to mine, slow, cold and hollow. Then, finally, he spoke. “It clearly shows here that you wrote it. Stop pretending otherwise. What benefit would Fiona have to lie about this?”
My mouth opened but nothing came out.
I couldn’t have written it because I don’t know how.
But then the image slammed into me-
Elders sneering, people gossiping, Clifford’s eyes shifting with doubt. The Luna who can’t read? The Luna who can’t write?
An illiterate.
If I said it, I’d win this fight, but I’d lose everything else.
Or?
Admit it and look like an unforgiving amd bitter person.
Alexander tilted his head slightly, like he was waiting for me to confess.
So I stood there, swallowing it, the bitterness choking me. My wolf raged inside me, howling for me to fight, but my body stayed rooted.
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He stepped closer, lowering his voice, but it still carried through the room. “Don’t waste my time. Apologize to her like you mean it.”
Apologize and let him believe I was guilty?
Fiona’s head lowered again, her voice weak and sweet. “Luna… it’s alright. You don’t have to say it. I understand and I forgive you.”
My chest burned. I wanted to rip her throat out.
But when I looked at Alexander–at his eyes, sharp and unyielding–I knew I was trapped.
No matter what I said. No matter what I did. I was losing.
I felt something behind me. Not a push. Not a pull. Just heat.
Clifford.
His chest close to my back. He wasn’t moving, just standing there. It was weird but it felt like he was telling me not to faint.
My hands curled tight. If Fiona wanted to act like the victim, maybe I should play her game too.
What choice do I have? Keep fighting Alexander and lose? Or swallow it and twist the knife my own way?
I dragged in air, forcing my voice lower. “Fine. I’ll apologize.”
The room went still. Did I really just say that?
Yes. Because this is what she wants. This is what he wants.
I turned to Fiona. My teeth pressed together so hard it hurt. “I didn’t know what came over me. I was angry. I’m still angry. After everything you and your family did to me, seeing you here… it burned me up inside.”
Her head dipped, too sweet, too soft, like she wanted to eat up every drop of pity in the room.
I pressed harder. “I thought you were strong. I thought maybe you could endure what I had to endure in my old pack. The punishments, the daily abuse and the times I even almost died. But looking at you now, I see I was wrong.”
Her face twitched. Small, but I saw it. She was pissed.
“I shouldn’t have let my emotions get the better of me,” I added. My throat tightened, but I forced the words out. “I’m human. I get angry. I want revenge. But I won’t drag myself down like that again. Like your bitter self. So… this is my apology.”
I heard the murmurs start, low and restless. My pulse wouldn’t calm down.
Was this smart? Or did I just dig myself a pit?
“You think you’re really smart, don’t you?
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“I don’t understand why you’re shouting at me after I apologized to her. Does this apology matter? Or you’re just doing so you find more excuses to be with Fiona,”
“Maybe.” He said.
“Maybe, she has something I crave that you don’t have. Maybe she was right all along. Maybe she would make a perfect mat-
Before I could finish, my hands had moved across his face.
Alexander was still there, unreadable, watching me like he could see every lie in my body. Fiona’s lips trembled, her hands clutching the blanket, her sweet mask cracking.
But I didn’t wait for anyone to speak. I turned and headed back to my room.
Alexander isn’t the only one who can get angry. In fact, I’m more angry than he has ever been. Whatever he does to me, I’ll give him back. Double.
When I entered, the first thing I did was to take out the padlock that had locked the door with the padlock and key I had made earlier and hurried into the bathroom.
My hands shook when I grabbed the daggers Alexander had given me before. It should be sharper than mere scissors so it should do the trick.
I pressed the blade flat against the tight edge of the bandage and pulled until the cloth ripped.
The wrappings clung stubbornly to my skin. I hissed and dragged harder, cutting through layer after layer until it finally fell away in strips at my feet.
My arm was bare now, and the wound stared back at me. I rubbed my thumb carefully along it, not enough to make it bleed, just enough to feel the truth of it without his interference.
But fear shook me as it peeled off.
My skin that is. Or was it the bandage?
All I could do was scream.
AD
