Chapter 7: You’ll be our Luna
7
~Rowan’s POV
The room was in shambles.
A thick tension choked the air as glass crunched beneath my boots. The curtains had been ripped from the rods, the heavy drapes lying in tangled, velvet piles on the floor. Damon had kicked over the wine stand, crimson liquid bled across the marble like spilled blood. Kael was breathing heavily in the corner, having just driven his fist through the ancient painting our father once prized. And I...I stood in the center of it all, chest rising with every ragged breath, my eyes wild.
"Damn her!" I barked, slamming my fist onto the already splintered table. "That wretched little human is going to bring us nothing but shame!"
Kael cursed beneath his breath. "She’s weak. She fainted over a sip of water! Pathetic!"
"She doesn’t belong here," Damon snarled, pacing like a predator. "We should’ve sent her back the moment she stepped into this palace."
My blood boiled, my veins pulsing with fury. "She dared to push me away. Me. I should’ve let her die on that floor."
Kael scoffed. "And she still has the guts to cry like she’s the victim."
"She’ll never be our Luna," Damon said coldly. "She’s just... filth."