Moonlight Queen のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Alexander stood with Anne at the corner, her hands all over him. Helen approached him. "Can I have a word with you, Alexander?" she asked. "What for?" Anne yelled. Helen glared at her. "I wasn't talking to you, bitch!" Anne smiled, folding her arms. Alexander intervened, "Hey, calm down. Let me talk to her." Anne shrugged as Alexander moved away to a corner with Helen. "Geraldine wants to see you in her office," Helen informed him. "And why?" Alexander inquired. "I don't know," Helen replied. Alexander nodded, "Fine." As he turned to leave, Helen grabbed his hand. "Really? What do you see in Anne that you don't see in me?" she questioned, moving closer and locking eyes with him. Alexander smiled. "I know you like me. Why lie to yourself by sticking with her?" Helen pressed. "Some things are better left unsaid, pretty," Alexander said, walking away. Helen hit her hand against the wall in anger. "I don't get it. How did she survive that poison? She should be dead by now

I sat alone in the empty classroom, the echoes of departing footsteps fading as everyone headed to the cafeteria. My friends lingered, still trying to persuade me to join them. But I couldn't shake off the unease from my earlier conversation with Alexander, his disapproval of my desire to confront Larry and his friends weighing heavily on my mind. I shrugged, realizing that I would keep quiet solely because of my crush on Alexander. Otherwise, I wouldn't hesitate to take action. Someone needed to teach those bullies a lesson. Yet, the looming specter of my upcoming wedding next week only added to my anxiety. How was I going to go through with it? Burying my head in a stack of books on my desk, I tried to block out the conflicting thoughts swirling in my mind. "Yvonne, I'm really hungry. We need to go to the cafeteria," Lora insisted. I turned to her, frustration bubbling to the surface. "I don't recall asking you not to go," I snapped. "You know we can't leave without you, Yvon

Alexander just got home. He walked straight to the couch in the living room and sat quietly. Drake noticed he was back and looked down at him from the stairs. "And he's finally home..." Drake said, climbing down the stairs. Alexander glanced at him and scoffed. Drake sat on a couch opposite him. "Are you going to tell me what you have been up to lately, or do you want me to fish you out myself?" Alexander rolled his eyes in contempt. "Who cares about you fishing me out, Drake? I have more important things to worry about." "Like your little girlfriend Anne?" Drake arched his brow. "Leave Anne out of your drama," Alexander said. Drake cleared his throat and adjusted on the seat. "You know, you might be a creepy or cunning brother, but I know you too well. It's obvious you didn't turn Anne into your puppet. What exactly do you want from her?" Alexander smiled, spreading his arms apart. "Isn't it obvious? I am in love." Drake grunted, "I see the way you look at Yvonne, so don't eve

Throughout the meeting, which included Alexander, Larry, and his friends, they discussed how to collaborate as allies to bring down Susan's killer, Father Bosco, and the werewolves. Helen expressed her sadness, saying, "I can't deny the fact that I miss Susan so much." Lucy, moving to a seat, voiced her frustration. "And Geraldine just believed Alexander the moment he said he had nothing to do with Susan's death." Geraldine glared at Lucy. "Why would he be lying about it in the first place? We both know that he always owns up to his crimes." "What if he decided not to own up to this one because he knows he would lose the support of the witches? Or were you his partner in this crime?" Lucy retorted angrily. Geraldine's eyes widened in shock. "How dare you accuse me of killing one of our own?" "The spell was conducted in your altar, Elder Geraldine. It was meant to secure our lives from being tampered with by Alexander. If it was broken, it could only have been done by you or

I turned around when I heard the door creak open. It was Anne. "What do you want?" I yelled in anger. She walked closer and grabbed me by the neck with surprising strength. "Stay away from my man, Yvonne, because the next time I see you around him, trust me, girl... it won't be funny," she said, tightening her grip. Anger surged through me, and my eyes turned blue. I pushed her against the wall, hitting her hard in the face. Her nose started bleeding. I squeezed her neck harder, ready to strangle her. She gasped for breath, kicking frantically as I held her high in the air. Just as she was about to choke to death, Drake burst into the restroom and pried her from my grip. How he managed it, I couldn't explain. He pulled me out of the restroom and bar, leaving Anne coughing loudly, clutching her neck. I sat in the passenger seat while Drake drove my car. "Tell me where you live so I can take you home," he said. I giggled, shaking my head. "You can't take me home. Just park the car