Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 182

Chapter 182: 182-A Little Close To Me

Clementine:

I had been staring out the window, anxiously looking around, shifting my weight from one leg to the other.

"What the heck is taking them so long?" I finally complained out loud, and I noticed Troy still staring at me. It had been thirty minutes, and he hadn’t looked away once.

He finally got up from the couch, breaking his deadly stare. He came to the window and hunched down to look outside. The way he did it, he almost sniffed my hair, then took a deep breath before lowering his face to look me directly in the eye.

"Do you want me to go and look out for them?" he asked in a slow, soft tone.

"I mean, I’m just worried. What if they’re not able to do it, and the monsters escape?" I said, trying to make it sound like I wasn’t only worried because Ian was there. But I knew that was the case. I was worried for Ian. I didn’t trust the white squad.

"No, I don’t want you to go. I think I should go," I said softly, and I noticed his muscles tense. His hands were on the window frame, his biceps bulging. He stood so close, one hand behind me and the other in front, almost caging me in.

"I would rather go myself than watch you go there. Do you want me to feel the same anxiety you’re feeling?" he paused, "For the net," he mumbled, probably not realizing I was worried about Ian.

"But then I’ll be worried if you go out," I blurted.

I watched a small, satisfied smile tug at his lips. He stretched his neck but didn’t break eye contact.

"That will make me happy," he said, sending a chill up my spine.

"No, no, no! That is not, that is not happening."

A panicked, anxious voice from Nate broke our stare, and we both turned to him. He was sweating heavily in the bed, now even sleep-talking.

"Do you think Haiden is going through the same thing?" I asked Troy as we both stepped to the bed to check on Nate.

"I hope not, but he has Yorick. He’ll take care of him," Troy said, watching Nate.

Suddenly Nate jolted upright in the bed, making us both gasp and pull away.

"I’m going to fucking kill you too," he hissed in a loud, deep voice. His eyes were almost black now, his pupils so dilated he looked terrifying. He had a forced grin, the kind that looked like he was in pain.

"Dude, you better not," Troy warned him, making me glance at him in disbelief. Was he really saying that to someone so far gone he didn’t even know what was happening? Did Troy really think telling him not to attack would stop him?

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