Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137: 137-Gone Too Soon

Haiden:

Flashback!

"Haiden, come on, let’s go!" my friends called as we got ready to cause some ruckus at the mate ball. It was a mate ball for those who had turned 18 this year. I was not. I was only 16 at the time, but that did not mean I didn’t want to be involved. I just wanted to be part of it in the most natural way I could.

We were holding water balloons, sitting on top of the buildings. Some of the packs had decided to throw a mate ball together, so we knew a lot of the packs would be coming over to celebrate. There would be many 18-year-olds dressed in fancy gowns and suits. I could not wait to ruin their night. That was my plan, by the way, and my friends were listening.

As we sat on top of the building, ready to hit anyone in front of us, my eyes landed on someone in the distance. The same hat on her head, a baggy sweater with baggy pants, a bag on her back. It was her, there was no mistaking it. I could recognize her among a billion people, and that soured my mood.

"Dude, let her be, she’s just minding her own business. Remember the plan we have?" my friend nudged me, noticing I had been staring too hard. She must be heading toward the cafe where she cleaned the kitchen and everything, earning her own money. I hated how she always acted so down to earth, like she had to earn her own way. Same rich bratty attitude Alphas Stark’s daughters had. They were both bratty, one just accepted it, the other was more cunning.

"You guys do it, I’ll be back in a minute," I called out, hearing my friends sigh as they realized I was no longer focused on fun or ruining anyone else’s night. There was only one person whose night I wanted to ruin. I rushed down the empty building, heading toward the end of the street where she was going.

I was halfway there when I noticed someone following her. My stomach sank. She wasn’t paying attention, probably had her headphones in, like always. She was the dumbest person ever. You don’t just walk down a silent street in the dark with earbuds in. But of course, Clementine was the epitome of stupidity.

I frowned as the man approached her, slipped his arm under her chin, and put her in a headlock. She screamed and tried to fight back, but there was no way she could. The man looked about 45 years old, far stronger than a timid 15- or 16-year-old girl. Part of me just watched as he dragged her to the corner. I knew what he intended. And somehow, even remembering what her father had done to my mother, I couldn’t let another man do this to anyone else.

I sprinted. I sprinted so hard that when I landed a punch on the man’s face and threw him off. He fell, groaning, but before I could strike again, he was already on his feet and running away.

Once the man ran away, I noticed Clementine adjusting her hat, even though it was stuck to her head.

"Thank you," she uttered, taking deep, heavy breaths. I kept staring at her face before lunging, grabbing her by the collar and shaking her before tossing her against the wall, pinning her in place. She didn’t even fight back.

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