All Chapters of The Lost Luna: Pregnant for the betraying alpha : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

FionaI sat hunched over my food, stirring my spoon into it with disinterest. My mind spins as I thought about my last heated discussion with Orion, his words still echoing in my mind. “That isn’t our home anymore,” he had said. How could he even utter such a word? He had fought for silver fang ever since he was able to wield a sword. Never had he once shown a sign of hatred towards the pack, nor had he rejected any of Lucian’s orders. I wanted to believe that the person sitting across the dinning table in front of me was not my brother. But the more I thought, the clearer it became. It was indeed true that silver fang’s elders had been in favor of Lucian during their time of trial. Orion had won the battle, and Lucian was on the ground until he lost control and almost killed him. The pack elders then took interest in Lucian’s unforeseen power. They claimed they needed someone who could truly protect the pack when things tend to get messy. And Lucian was the right person for them.

FionaThere shouldn’t be a reason for the stranger to have gone out with them, but why should I care, when I finally got my chance to get out of here? My knees hurt like hell as I pulled myself out from underneath the desk, my brother’s betrayal still clinging to my heart like a web as I took in one last view of the room. On my other side, the door was left wide opened, a few steps and I would be out of the study, scurrying off to my room. But instead, I waited. I wanted to see dark secrets of the man I thought I had known my whole life. My face squeezed into a frown—-the once mysterious room which I had no idea what it held now seemed like a place I had known all my life. A room filled with treacherous plans and motives. There on the table, my eyes caught sight of it again—my clothes. I lifted the fabric, my face squeezing even more with disgust. I wasn’t disgusted by the fact that they haven’t been washed, but the fact that Orion would stoop this low. As I examined the cloth,

Fiona“How dare you put a dagger up against me?” I questioned calmly, knowing fully well that he wouldn't hurt me in my brother’s pack. “You know very well what will happen to you if Orion finds a single mark on my skin. I’ll advise you to step back and put the blade down now, or you might regret it.”His chest heaved and fell, his nose flaring as he could barely control his breath under the force of his rage, “I won’t regret it if I got a chance to kill Damascus. You should be the one worried about what I’ll do if you don’t let me have my chance to kill him.” He pressed the dagger even more but it didn't draw any blood. In his voice, I could sense the pain—the hurt like Damascus had taken something valuable from him. The way he fought back tears made me even more sympathetic with him but the blade held against my throat was beginning to somehow trigger my annoyance. I let out a sharp exhale, attempting to steady my breath and calm my nerves. I didn’t want to scream and let Orion f

Fiona“Are you threatening me now?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. My stomach twisted disgustingly at where this conversation was heading. “No,” he answered, his tone sharp as he began slowly pacing the room, “if anything, I’m trying to help you, Fiona.”“Don’t say my name like it belongs on your tongue,” I snapped, but my voice was controlled in order not to draw any attention from outside. “What’s coming is far more important than your name—far more deadly,” he said while still pacing the room without bothering to take a single glance at me. He moved more confidently than the last time before I had stupidly spilled my secret to him. That was the weapon he was trying to use against me now. I hated the feeling that was beginning to crawl up inside me—a feeling of being under control. I could end it all—his control or whatever idea he was offering. My brother might not be in a good mood with me but I could still put an end to his scrutiny, and maybe his life cost him along the line.

FionaMy eyelids felt heavy as I peeled them open. I blinked hard, trying to figure out where I was. The scent of old wood filled my nostrils, my eyes darted around to see that I was in a confined space—a four-cornered wooden space. My head felt bigger than usual as I motioned to sit up. I winced at the banging headache that welcomed me back to life. The space I was in was so small that all I could do was sit up. Even as I sat up, my head was almost touching the roof. As my senses slowly came back together, I began to hear muffled voices outside the space I was in. There were men talking and laughing, the sound of a horse snorting, and the creaking sound of a rolling wheel. I was moving. I was in a carriage—on a horse. A regular carriage would maybe be nicer, unlike this one. It had no windows, and the only Just as the realization hit me, the carriage went into a gallop, harsh enough to make me fall back on my side. The carriage came to a sudden stop, jerking violently before slig