The Alpha's Stolen Luna

Kaya

I was sold again. Traded. Whatever. It is just happening all over again. Just like back then...

I slowly shift my eyes to Storm, and the way he glares down at me just makes me want to shrink and disappear altogether.

Although Magnus is gone now, the tension he left lingers around us, sticking to our bodies like a damp cobweb. I am about to give up on holding the tray––I’m suddenly so weak that I can barely stand, let alone be responsible for holding something.

"Where is the other one?" Storm barks at Jack, who flinches just enough for me to see his submission.

"In the kitchen," he replies gruffly, his eyes switching between him and me. "I went to check if everything was fine so––" he probably wants to explain why he was absent, even though I’m pretty sure Storm hadn’t even noticed. He stopped him midsentence and grunted like a cornered animal.

"Send her to my room on the second floor," the alpha instructed, his eyes snapping back to me. "You... come with me right now!"

I’m not sure why he is suddenly so mad. After all, he had just made a rather lucrative deal and been released from any responsibility for his attack on Alpha Arcanis. Nevertheless, the malignant glow in his narrowed eyes forces a cold ripple down my spine, and I have no choice but to submit to his overbearing authority.

Silently, I hand the tray over to Jack and follow Storm like a shadow while he once again leads me to another unknown.

As I walk into his room, a strong, stale smell greets me with its heavy musk.