All Chapters of Scarred Luna : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“No, I don't” My voice was cold. I knew he wasn't lying. Of course I believed him but I was angry. I was so angry that I was treated that way by his family. And I didn't want to seem like the weak idiot I was. “Kieran.” His voice was barely a whisper. “Tell me something first. Did my mother and Sabrina have a hand in you running away? Did they do something behind my back?” he asked and I raised a brow. “Are you even asking me that right now?” I shot back. Thanks to the memory of that fateful day rushing to my mind, it was easy to channel all of the anger straight to him. “You were there every single time it happened. Both your mother and Sabrina hurled insults at me, just because I was- hmm, how did she put it ‘trash’ and a ‘rogue’, and you just stood there without saying a word” I said accusingly. I was seething with rage. I watched Xander's lips part slightly, but before he could get any more words out, I interrupted him. “Not one word.” I cut him off. “When I wanted you to

Kieran's POV A small yawn slid past my lips as I slowly opened my eyes. Despite taking my sweet time before opening them and sitting up, my eyes still felt tired. I couldn't help the fact that I was still so sleepy. Without giving it much thought, I allowed myself to crumble back into the bed again.A small smile made its way to my lips as my head came in contact with my pillow. It wasn't the fluffiest, but I could say it knew the exact times I needed comfort, like right now. I sighed satisfactorily as I closed my eyes. Before they flew open in shock.I had caught sight of the small alarm clock beside my bed. I stared in shock as the neon green lights brightened before me. I felt my heart thump to the ground. Shit. I jerked up, almost falling over. I was still seated, but my eyes ran a million miles at once, scouring through my room. Once again, my eyes landed on the clock and I still couldn't believe my eyes. I was late. Honestly, just saying I was ‘late’ sounded like a big u

Kieran's POV“Is that what you thought we were? Why would you ever think that?!” she asked and I was so lost. All those months… that wasn't friendship?“But-”“We're not friends, Kieran.” She cut me off yet again. “Never were, and never will be. You were helpless and I stepped in. I gave you food, shelter and everything you ever needed, and what did I get? You try to steal Xander from me?” She said and I was taken aback. “I didn't steal him. He was never yours!” I exclaimed and she raised her hand to slap me but I swatted it sway. She looked surprised. “If you hated me in the first place, why did you take me in?” I asked and she huffed. Her face was so red by now, I thought she was going to burst. “Because I didn't think you would overstay your welcome. Do you not have any shame?!” she said and I felt so offended. “You told me I could stay. Every single time I wanted to leave, you wanted me to stay” I said, confusion clouding my features. I thought mere words couldn't hurt me an

Kieran’s POV I wriggled in my seat as the brush swept around my cheeks. The up down movement of the brush sent tickles spreading throughout my face, but I fought the urge to laugh out loud. If I did, I was sure I was going to ruin all of the artists' entire three hours of work, and if that happened, there was no way she was going to be pleased with it. Of course, she wouldn't dare voice it out, because she was there under the command of Xander, her King. But still, there was no way I would feel good after ruining it all, even if it was a little smudge. That and the fact that if I shifted too much, she was going to have to start all over again and I definitely didn't have the patience to sit here for three more hours. I wrung my fingers together, trying desperately to ignore the knots tying and unfurling in the pit of my stomach. No matter what I did or how many breathing exercises I did, it did nothing to help. Instead, the more I tried, the more my anxiety levels went up the roof.

Kieran's POV Breathe Kieran, breathe. I tried to calm myself and loosen my airway. But it wasn't working. I couldn't breathe. No matter how hard I tried, I struggled. My palms felt clammy and I felt hot all over. Were my clothes too tight? Was it just me or was it hot in here? I suddenly felt like the fabric of my dress had become three times heavier. If that were true, then it would make sense why I was suddenly feeling so heavy and on the verge of passing out. Breathe. I chanted the word in my head over and over again, but one look at the crowd was all it took to take away the little relief I had managed to get a hold of. A million and one eyes stared at me, each one of them judging, their mouths whispering. It was easy to tell what they were thinking though, they all wanted to know who I was. Who was this “Luna”? I wasn't royalty myself, but I had served under them long enough to know how they functioned. At functions like this, the only reason why they were so eager to fi