Chapter Five: Rejected Luna 2

Emily's POV

“I want to relay a message to you,” Kiara responded and what she did next shocked me. She bent down to pick something off the floor, her movements casual and unaware. As she leaned forward, the fabric of her trousers shifted slightly, revealing a small, round bottle nestled in the back pocket. Bending down was a pretense before pulling out the bottle.

The dim light caught its shape just enough for me to spot it. Before she had a chance to straighten up, I acted. With a swift motion, I pushed her backward, just enough to unbalance her, and reached for the bottle.

My hand was quick, pulling it free from her pocket in one smooth motion. Her eyes widened in surprise, but there was no time for words, only the tension in the air as I held the object in my grasp.

“Give it back!” She barked. I frowned, wanted to shut the door but she stood in between. I opened the bottle cover and smelt it, my frown deepened while she had this smug expression.

“Are you out of your mind?!” I screamed. It was saltwater, used to deactivate witchcraft. She hissed, walking backward.

“The spell you cast on Jackson will be broken soon. I promise you, w!tch. I won't sit by and watch you take away my man from,” she blared with venom. I was about to respond when we both heard a low stud.

My heart skipped a beat as I covered my ears with my eyes widened. My head whipped towards the source 0f the noise. Without realizing it, the saltwater bottle lost my grip and we both rushed in that direction.

I held the edges of my gown in order to run freely. Soon, we arrived at the throne room and I froze in my spot.

My stomach dropped when I saw it—the throne room, once imposing and grand, now reduced to rubble. The destruction seemed almost deliberate, as if the room had crumbled under its own dark weight. How did it get demolished?

“What happened here?!” Jack growled, startling me. Mason and Zaza were present beside him, Zaza was the gamma.

Some guards were injured, those who were guarding the door. I was overwhelmed with no words coming out of my mouth.

“No one knows how it happened, your majesty. The maids just left after cleaning the whole place and then, we heard the cracking sound of the blocks. Before we knew what was happening, the walls began falling, ”

My head stung for a moment, I held it as I squinted. Within a flash, I saw Kiara — standing amidst the wreckage. Half of her face was burnt, and she looked dangerous and out of life.

My chest tightened as I turned to face her, my heart pounding with a mix of anger and disbelief. Fury burned through me, sharp and unrelenting, as the weight of the vision slammed into my mind like a bolt of lightning.

There was some noise from everyone with my eyes on her.

‘Was she involved or this vision meant something else?’ I thought with my eyes on her. Soon, lady Elena came to her before I could make eye-contact with Kiara.

"Kiara," she said smoothly, her voice a mix of concern and warmth, "Are you hurt?” She asked dotingly.

I averted my eyes from them. No, this can't be a coincidence, Maddy mentioned that the throne could have been tampered on.

“I'm fine, your highness. You worry too much about me,” Kiara responded, trying to make me hear them. Her tone faking the perfect docility made me roll my eyes.

Staying here would only anger me even more, plus I need to think. I'm not Cinderella, who was saved by her Prince charming. I need to try out some findings.

I turned around to walk away but Kiara suddenly blocked me.

“I need to see you, Emily,” she stopped me. We both maintained eye-contact, I wanted to read her through her eyes but she revealed none.

"Are you involved in this?” I asked her sharply, my voice trembling with suppressed rage. Her calm demeanor only fueled my anger further, her expression unreadable.

She tilted her head slightly, a glimmer of defiance in her eyes.

"Do you have proof?” She responded with a question, her voice light, almost mocking.

I opened my mouth to retort, but my words stuck in my throat, caught somewhere between indignation and doubt. Before I could gather my thoughts, Maddy walked in.

“Maybe soon,” I muttered before going towards Maddy. But a voice called me from behind.

“Emily,” It turns out to be Jack, who had called me. I swallowed my saliva, fidgeting. For no reason, I was nervous.

He walked closer to me but I wasn't in the mood to add to my anxiety.

Mustering up the courage, “I'll be in my room,” I whispered before leaving. I really want to escape from all these, maybe away from this pack. Maddy smiled at me and I returned it with a stiff one.