All Chapters of Under the Shadow of the Moon: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Delaney Pollux walks ahead of the two of us, and stands in front of us, almost like he’s acting like a shield between us and this predatory looking man. Behind him, Ingrid looks like she might be sick, and the look she gives us is apologetic. I don’t know what’s going on, but I don’t like how the suspense is making me feel nauseous while at the same time, making me feel like I should run far away from this place. “What’s going on?” Pollux asks, his voice thick with command. Ingrid takes a shaky breath, and says, “This is Matteo, and he’s just leaving.” “No, no, no,” Matteo says in that same deep voice that cuts through the air. A wicked smile is curving his lips, and he gives all three of us a good look. “This is what we need, like I told you. You three believe in the cause, don’t you? You’re rebels.” Nobody answers his question, and he steps closer to us in response before saying, “My name is Matteo, like Ingrid said, and I’m the head of the rebel force up here. We do th

DelaneySo far, the night has been calm and pretty uneventful, at least for me. I’m being kept in the sidelines; I’m here mostly to fill the shoes of someone else, so not a lot of duties are expected from me. Matteo made sure of that. We were to steer clear of the main room; Pollux has other duties that don’t involve us, and of course, he didn’t mention what they were. He’s mysterious like that, and hates to give explanations about what he’s doing. Paola and I are keeping a close eye on each other. We mostly just fill trays with canapé’s and then send them out, even though we’re in waiting uniform. The mask covers my face pretty well, but I haven’t found a way to cover my hair. The worst part is that I’m the only redhead among the servants, so that does complicate things a little bit. Even so, I try not to be nervous about it. It’s unlikely that anyone will look too closely at me. Why would they?I’m just a simply Omega. Nobody ever looks twice at us. Knowing that the bomb will e

DelaneyThe silence in the tattoo parlor is almost stifling, but things get better once Pollux wakes up. The mood just lightens, and even I’m glad that the bastard is alive. He rubs his eyes and looks around the room quickly, assessing his surroundings and giving each of us a look before nodding. “Good. You’re all here, so that means that none of you are dead.”“What happened?” I can’t help but ask. Pollux shakes his head as he tries to sit up. He winces at whatever pain he feels, and continues. “That guy lied to us when he said that the bomb was only meant to scare people.”“Why wouldn’t he tell us the truth?” Paola asks. “It doesn’t make any sense.”“It does, actually,” I tell her. I’ve figured this out while Pollux was asleep, but decided to keep my thoughts to myself until now. “He wanted people to participate. For the plan to work, there had to be enough Omegas to serve them. Who would join his side if they knew there’d be the possibility that they’d die?”Pollux nods. “Exactly

DelaneyThe rest of the day is really quiet, and I find myself alone for most of the time. I guess everyone else is trying to reach within themselves for answers. This isn't a simple decision to make. It has plenty of consequences, and getting caught means that we could die. Even if Paola and Pollux decide to join the rebel army, that doesn't mean that I have to, and the opposite is also true. This is my life here and shouldn't be tied to anyone else's decision. That was the decision I made after leaving the prison, but I've been sucked into that world now, and honestly, I don't find any of this bad, and maybe that makes me a bad person. I want freedom. Running away to a place where I'll still be kept under the ranks for being Omega won't give me that freedom that I need to feel fulfilled. This is where the change happens, and it'll be the only chance I'll ever get to do something significant with my life. This is it. The ultimate war. If I have any hope of making a difference, i

AlecThe hunt that I’d been looking forward to was meant to be today, but after this disaster, it’s been forgotten. Pushed aside. Instead, I’ve been hunting nonstop for ghosts. The Omegas that were serving us have been questioned endlessly, and they swear that they have no knowledge of anything, even when beaten and tortured. I think we’re wasting time, but the grief-stricken Alpha Fredrick thinks that we should start killing people. Maybe then, the others will be encouraged to speak up. Being an Alpha is keeping up with appearances more than anything, and showing that you’re intimidating and fearless. Everything I do—every order I give—is to maintain the image that I’m formidable. But this is something I don’t agree with. These people are innocent, and we accomplish nothing by killing them when the real culprits are still on the run. Culprits like Delaney Waters and whoever is working alongside her. I believe that we didn’t catch any of the Omegas in the rebel army, and it would