Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: 234-His Half Brother Almost Sold Me

Clementine:

I kept the awkward silence on my lips before I finally uttered, "I just need a few minutes, I mean some time, just a few hours to relax, and then we can talk about it."

I excused myself, closing my eyes and leaning back, resting my head on the seat’s headrest. I could already feel them looking at me, but I never opened my eyes so I wouldn’t have to deal with their stares.

Soon, the car reached Troy’s place, and he jumped out to grab his bags. It seemed like he hadn’t even unpacked, because he came back out in just two minutes.

He rushed into the back seat, then stood in the doorway and gestured for me to join him.

"Hey, you cannot do that," Haiden complained, and even I was shocked by what Troy was doing.

"Haiden, please. There’s something I need to speak with her about," Troy requested. I guess he sounded so helpless that even Haiden gave up on arguing.

By the end of the day, it was going to be my decision, and I realized what Troy wanted to talk about. I could have been stubborn and told him no, that I didn’t want to talk now, but I’d learned a lot in the academy.

We never know when our past or any of our actions will come back to bite us, so it’s better to clear our side when we have the chance.

So I slipped out of my seat and moved into the back with Troy.

The car started, and we sat in silence for the first few minutes before Troy shifted in his seat and turned to look at me.

"I wanna know," he uttered, and the minute I made eye contact, he looked away. His body language screamed guilt, like he felt foolish for never letting me explain myself before.

"What happened to you never wanting to know my truth?" I asked, using the same words he had thrown at me whenever I tried to explain myself to him.

He lowered his head. His fingers kept squeezing his right hand into a fist and then letting it go, while his other hand rested on the seat, balancing his body with a fist made of his left hand.

"I was an idiot. A sixteen-year-old, emotional little bitch, dealing with a lot at home. But I want to know now," he requested, lifting his eyes to stare at me. I guessed only the truth would set him free now.

I sighed and looked out the window. "Well, for starters, your stepmother was the one who used my account to leak those pictures and make up rumors."

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