All Chapters of Becoming The Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Marcel's povAs we entered, the hallway echoed with the shuffle of footsteps. A few servants who had witnessed the scene downstairs watched us with weary eyes, even as they went about their business.I disliked our slow movement, but Christina could not go any faster. The guards were short of dragging her now, and I didn't want that to happen, so I let us walk at her pace. Her sisters were trailing behind us, the guards flanking them with their hands hovering over their weapons.It was good that they were wary and ready for any attack. Becca's fiery glare and Melissa's defiance were unmistakable, but they were smart enough not to act. I wasn't fooled into thinking they would not try something later, though.We reached the point where the hallway branched into three, and I stopped, turning to the guards. "Take them to separate rooms," I ordered. They're not to leave until I give permission."Melissa stepped forward. "You can't just do that!"I cocked my head in her direction. Normally,

Author's povI hate this place, was all Becca could think as she sat at the dinner table. Even with all its grand hallways, sculptures in the courtyard, and the priceless tapestries on the walls that were to die for, she still didn't like it.Becca glanced at the massive chandelier that cast a golden light across the mahogany table, remembering when she was younger and wished to visit the Alpha King's pack house. Well, be careful what you wish for, for her wish had been granted at the worst moment and in the worst way. Now, all she wanted to do was return home with her sister.But she could not turn back time, so she wouldn't agree to go on the mission to get Christina. And even if she could, what was the guarantee that she would disagree? Christina was also her sister, albeit illegitimate, but she couldn't just let them kill her.She cleared her throat, deciding to focus on the present. "We need to discuss our release," Becca said firmly, her gaze directed at Marcel sitting on the ot

Marcel's povAfter Christina's statement, silence fell over the room, but was broken by a murmured conversation between Melissa and Becca.Arden was the first to finish his meal. He declined dessert, muttering something about having a task to complete for me.I nodded absentmindedly, gazing at Christina. I had been doing that quite a lot for the past few minutes, and though I'd like to tell myself that it was out of curiosity, I know it was more than that.She seemed so fidgety, her hands trembling every time she held the spoon and brought it up to her mouth. For some reason, I wanted to calm her down, to tell her that she had nothing to fear and that I would take care of her.I shook my head immediately. Where had that thought come from? I had no intentions of making her at ease, in fact, no obligations to her whatsoever, so why did I suddenly feel like comforting her?I shook my head again, annoyed at myself. From the corner of my eyes, I could see my mother glance at me, probably w

Christina's povI took in a deep breath, and we recounted what I felt outside when Luna stepped out to interrupt my yelling at Marcel.By the time I was done speaking, Melissa had a murderous glint in her eyes. “That witch” she growled, her hands curling into fists."Witch?" I asked in surprise. "She's a werewolf, isn't she?" Or perhaps she was calling her that as a form of insult...Becca shook her head. "Luna Sandra is more than just a werewolf. You see, in this world, sometimes two supernatural beings mate and end up making a hybrid. Luna Sandra is one of them."My eyes widened; I was sure I looked comical staring at them like that. I could barely believe what I was hearing. "You mean a werewolf and a witch can get married?""I don't know the full story surrounding Luna Sandra's birth, but we do know that she's not just a werewolf. She's also a witch, and she's powerful.""It's also unfair," Melissa picked up from where she stopped, "that she gets to be more powerful than we are."

Christina’s povI don't know exactly what I expected when I entered the conference hall, but it was not what I saw. I gazed around at my surroundings, softly exclaiming in awe at how grand it was.With the high vaulted ceilings and the dark oak walls adorned with banners of the Black Moon Pack, it was an intimidating space. I felt like I had stepped into another slice of reality that was beautiful, even with its ancient feeling.Arden cleared his throat softly beside me, bringing me back to reality. A long, imposing table stood in the center, surrounded by individuals who radiated authority and experience.Immediately, I felt like a kid who had been called into the principal's office for a scolding. It did not help matters that none of them was smiling. They all stared at me with curious expressions, making me wish I had dressed in a ball gown instead.Well, all but one. Marcel sat at the head of the table, but he wasn't looking at me at all. I glanced backward to see what he was gazi