Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: 23-My Mate’s Baby Momma

Clementine:

The hat being snatched off my head felt, for a moment, like a slap right in front of everyone.

I’m not sure if I was wrong for not stitching it on perfectly or if I should be glad I didn’t. Otherwise, she might’ve knocked me out with the force she used.

Now, I was sitting in the train with the squad mates, the ones who had been acting awkwardly.

I hated the way they stared at me for a while.

"Okay guys, I made a little map of the area we might be heading to," Yorick started yapping nonsense. I noticed his outfit finally and must say, Rue did a great job. He wore a long black leather coat with gold buttons, the sleeves cuffed and detailed with bronze.

Underneath, he had on a high-collared black shirt with a subtle pattern, fitted black pants, brown lace-up boots, and a gold pendant resting against his chest.

And i knew he had no clue where we were going. He was just making stuff up for attention — or maybe not.

He suddenly got up from his own seat to sit next to me, as if trying to make a point to the others while facing them.

I felt awkward and uncomfortable, so I squeezed myself closer to the window.

"Tell us, please, what area would it be?" Just like I suspected, Troy probably caught him in a lie too, because he started pressuring him for clear answers. He wore a long black leather trench coat over a fitted black button-up shirt, the collar left slightly open.

His sleeves were detailed with sharp metallic accents near the elbows, his black leather pants were belted with a tactical clip, and he wore black gloves with a silver pendant hanging from his neck.

"I mean–it must be the woods, right Ian?" Yorick said, calling out to the only one who had been staring silently out the window and not at me.

"Hm," Ian responded, not showing much interest. He wore a long black leather coat with silver zippers and sharp paneling along the shoulders and arms.

Beneath it, a tight black V-neck shirt hugged his torso, tucked into fitted black tactical pants secured with a utility belt, his hands covered in fingerless black gloves and layered necklaces resting on his chest. The outfit was amazing, sadly, wasted on a pick like him.

"So I say we stick together. Group of two," Yorick continued. Even I was all ears now, not because I wanted to stick with them, but because I wanted to know who was really in charge of making me suffer.

"Umm, how about Troy, Haiden, and Ian go together, while I sacrifice myself to stay with her," Yorick grinned, gesturing toward me with his head.

"Count me out. I have other plans," Haiden quickly responded, watching someone a little too intently through the window.

I looked out the window too, but I couldn’t see the end of the train. It just kept going, and going, until the last coaches disappeared into the mist.

I don’t know how many coaches there are. Maybe a hundred. Maybe a thousand. Or maybe it never ends. You can’t really count them, not from the outside. You have to walk through them, one by one. Open the door, step in, and then the next one appears. Like the train only shows you the part you’re meant to see.

The walls were white and the seats were gray. Between each coach, there was glass door.

I noticed a girl from the Red Squad enter the coach in front of ours, the same one who had clearly caught Haiden’s attention. The way he swiftly moved away from the window seat to the door confirmed she was the one he had been watching. He wearing a tight, sleeveless black faux leather shirt, black fingerless gloves, slim black jeans, and a black leather belt with a large metal buckle. The outfit was fitted and showed off his muscular build.

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