h4Chapter 68: 68 - not our luna/h4

    68

    ~Rowan’s POV

    The room went quiet after Lisa left, her footsteps echoing down the hallway like a p to the face.

    Kael kicked the side of the couch, his jaw tight. "We should’ve dealt with her now. Right now."

    Damon threw his head back andughed. "Rx. What? You scared of a girl who talks back?"

    Kael turned sharply. "You saw that, didn’t you? She’s getting bold. Too bold. Next thing you know, she’ll be walking in here and pping us all."

    I leaned back in the chair, swirling the drink in my hand, still thinking about the way she said no. No hesitation. Just fire. Real, raw fire.

    "Maybe she should," I muttered, more to myself.

    Kael snapped his head toward me. "What did you say?"

    "Nothing," I said, waving him off. "You’re just pissed she didn’t melt at your feet just like before."

    Damon chuckled again. "I kind of like this version of her. Feisty. Loud. Brave. It’s entertaining."

    "You like every girl until they spit in your face," Kael growled.

    "That’s the fun part," Damon replied with a grin.

    Kael rolled his eyes. "She embarrassed us. You get that, right? A human girl just stood up to all three of us like we were schoolboys."

    I sat forward, resting my elbows on my knees. "No, she didn’t embarrass us,"

    "Wow," Damon smirked. "Look who’s getting soft. Rowan, do you have a little crush?"

    "Shut up. I’m serious."

    Kael stood, pacing. "We let her keep acting like this, she’s going to think we are soft."

    "And what do you suggest we do, huh?" I asked. "Lock her up again? Hit her? That worked so well."

    Kael stopped pacing. "You think she’s going to stop at just saying no? She’ll start pushing boundaries. Breaking rules. Making demands."

    Damon stood up from the couch with azy stretch, brushing off some invisible dust from his ck shirt like he had no care in the world.

    "Let her," he said, ncing toward the hallway where Lisa had stormed off. "Let’s watch her for a bit. I want to see how far she’ll go."

    His voice was cool, but I could hear the interest behind it. Damon wasn’t just curious, he was intrigued. That never ended well.

    Kael let out a low growl, deep and irritated. "You’re both insane," he muttered, his jaw clenching tight. "She just disrespected us, all three of us, and you’re sitting here smiling about it?"

    I shrugged, still sittingfortably, one leg crossed over the other. "Or maybe we’re finally seeing her for who she is. No more pretending. I’d rather deal with someone who tells me to my face that she hates me than someone who’s secretly waiting to stab me in the back."

    Kael looked like he was going to argue again, but before he could say a word, the heavy wooden door creaked open.

    All three of us turned our heads.

    Belinda stepped inside like she owned the ce. The sharp click of her heels against the marble floor echoed loudly in the quiet room. She wore a tight red dress, short, sleeveless, and hugging every curve like it was stitched onto her skin. The color wasn’t just red; it was bold, dangerous.

    Her makeup was wless, lips painted a matching red that shimmered under the chandelier light. Her dark hair was straightened and flowed down her shoulders like silk. Her walk wasn’t fast, but it was deliberate. Confident. Provocative. Each step was slow and calcted as if she wanted us to feel her presence before she reached us.

    She stopped right in the center of the room, not far from where we were seated. She didn’t sit. She didn’t smile.

    Instead, she folded her arms across her chest, her fingers digging slightly into the fabric of her dress.

    "Well, well," she said, her voice dripping with venom, smooth but sharp like a de dressed in honey. "So, did the three of you finally fall in love with Lisa?"

    The question hung in the air for a second.

    She didn’t wait for an answer. Her eyes were locked on us, challenging, daring, using. "You looked smitten earlier," she continued, her tone rising with every word. "Laughing. Teasing her. ying with her."

    Kael groaned loudly, dragging a hand over his face in frustration. "Not now, Belinda..."

    "Oh, I think now is the perfect time," she snapped, her eyes shing.

    "Oh, don’t roll your eyes at me," Belinda snapped, ring hard at Kael. Her voice was sharp, trembling with emotion. "Do you even remember how you all embarrassed me earlier? In front of everyone? Calling me a killer like I’m some kind of monster, when all I did was try to protect the pack!"

    Kael didn’t respond.

    "Protect?" Damon scoffed from where he stood near the window, his arms crossed. He didn’t even bother to look at her. "You killed Cecilia."

    Belinda’s body stiffened. Her lips trembled, and her eyes started to glisten, but not with tears of regret. No. These were tears of frustration. Fury. Hurt.

    "She was going to kill Lisa!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "And now you act like Lisa’s some precious gem... like she’s perfect. Untouchable. While I’m just... nothing."

    Her voice broke a little on thatst word, and for a second, the anger dropped from her face. Just pain. The pain of being reced.

    I watched her silently, letting her rant. Letting her get it all out. There was no point in interrupting her storm.

    Then, slowly, I stood up.

    My steps were quiet as I walked to the cab behind me. I reached into the drawer and pulled it open.

    "I didn’t say you were nothing," I said gently, pulling out the small ck box. "You’ve always been useful. Loyal. Dangerous when you need to be."

    I handed the box to her.

    She looked at it with suspicion, then slowly opened the lid. Inside was a silver ne, thin but elegant, with a small moonstone at the center.

    Her lips parted slightly. "Rowan..."

    "It’s a peace offering," I said. "No more yelling tonight."

    She smiled widely, genuinely touched, and stepped forward to hug me. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders tightly.

    Then she leaned in, brushing her lips close to mine.

    But I tilted my face away.

    She froze.

    "You know the rule," I said quietly. "We can’t touch like that unless you reject the one before."

    Belinda pulled back, her smile fading. "But I did everything for you."

    Kael sighed behind us. "That doesn’t mean you’re not our Luna, Belinda."

    She turned to him quickly. "Then when? When will I be? You keep saying ’soon.’ When?!

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