All Chapters of The Ex-Luna's Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

/-Alora-/This couldn't be happening to me…Not now, not my daughter…“Lila, please… please open your eyes for mommy, please, I beg of you…” I sobbed, shaking her frantically.My dress was soaked in her blood, her eyes struggling to stay open as her grip on my arm weakened with each passing minute.“Lila please, I beg of you… don't do this to me… I'm going to take you to the infirmary, you're going to be fine… you're going to be fine for mommy…”I pushed my trembling self off the ground. If I shifted, I would get to the pack faster but when she wasn't even strong enough to open her eyes, how would she get on my back?I didn't even have the time to think as I scooped her off the floor and ran through the forest as fast as I could.Goddess, please… Please don't take her away from me…Tears streamed down my cheeks, blinding my vision as I ran through the dark forest but I didn't dare stop. My daughter was dying. I could feel her form getting weaker and weaker in my arms.I didn't know wha

/-Alora-/The shock on his face was almost priceless as he held the urn. Allison was just as shocked as he was but I imagined it wasn't because my daughter was dead but because her lies were about to be exposed.“Is… is this a joke?” Tyrone stuttered. It was the first time I had ever seen any form of emotion in his eyes. “You… you're messing with me right?”“Messing with you?” I scoffed. “Your daughter has been dead for two days, you bastard!” I screamed at him.“Why didn't you tell me?” he demanded but I shot him a thick glare.“Don't you dare raise your voice at me? How would you know when all you cared about was a stupid dog? I'm sure Allison would have some logical explanations as to how my dead daughter slaughtered her dog!” I hissed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey.I couldn't stand being in the same room with him anymore. I just wanted to leave this suffocating place before I lost my mind.I went out into the garden which was Lila's favourite place to play. I didn't know how long

/-Alora-/The cave was frightening in a way; the moonlight just glimmered barely through the heavy darkness of the cave. Randall's silence was disturbing, and my heart pounded in my ears as the volume increased, each beat a warning that escape might be impossible.The weight of all that has happened—betrayal, the collapse of a successful career in the blink of an eye, the death of my daughter—pushed me deeper into the abyss, as if it was an anchor I was trying to release.I didn’t trust Randall. Not yet. While being alone with him, I instinctively felt some change since our meeting—his lustfulness was a little more pronounced now. He seemed to be quietly furious, and heated emotions could not be concealed from others. He observed me too keenly as if he were an admirer attempting to decipher every facial contortion and change in color that graced my face.I had the urge to shout at him to ask him what the problem was. No sooner did I try to speak than my tongue seemed to cleave to the

/-Alora-/The sudden grating sound of the iron door that swung open jolted me away from my thoughts. Then, in a cold gust, came that raw shiver of chopping through the thick heat of the dungeon like the smell of pine. My pulse quickened. Randall. He entered the cell like a dangerous predator, his silver-colored eyes fixed on mine. His countenance was inscrutable, yet his presence filled the tight area, suffocating and dominating all at once. I raised my shoulders, deciding that there was no way he could see a hint of fear—or was it curiosity?—in my eyes. “Quiet?” he asked me, his tone deep and for some reason dangerous despite me rarely hearing any aggression from him before. “Not like the girl who told me off and practically dared me to do something about it today.” I clamped my mouth shut wanting to counter but he was too smart to get the better of me. It left me to tilt my chin up, offering him a full frontal challenge stare. What do you want now, Randall? Another attempt to break

/Alora-/The moonlight came in through a crack in the entrance to the cave and it lit the interior in sharp lines with occasional sheen on the wet floor. I was alone and I sat fighting with myself in the chaos that had become my life. Randall had left me alone, the way he came had been as quick as you can imagine. His words stayed in my head, in a place I never wanted to return, as an undesirable guest telling me, “Choose wisely, else you are forced into no choice at all”. Finally, I was able to feel something that I couldn’t even name for quite a few years. Anger? Fear? Determination? It was a mental tumult, much room for reason was up thereby.All my internal forces produced and stirred a desire in me to escape, to rebel against the ropes of fate hanging over me. But what is destiny? One chosen by betrayal? By Tyrone? Or by the mystery Randall with whom I still never knew whether he wanted to be friends, be in a relationship, or just have sex? I folded in on myself, holding my k