Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: 285-The Mates Who Wandered Away Returned

Clementine:

That night, when I lay down to sleep, my entire body ached.

The pain seemed to come from one place, my neck. I rubbed the spot over and over, trying to soothe it, but the ache only grew worse.

It itched and burned, spreading through my body.

It was strange. I hadn’t even felt this much pain during my first transition, and those are supposed to be the worst.

Still, I stayed in bed, squirming in sweat even though the room was cold. My lips were dry, and I needed water, but I knew I was alone.

There was no one to take care of me.

I shifted from side to side, realizing I probably had a high fever.

All I could think about was my mother and my little brother. If they were here, they would have cared for me.

My brother would be grown by now.

"But they aren’t here and I missed them, " as soon as those words slipped from my lips, I realized the fever had gone to my head.

I was talking out loud. Then a cold hand took mine, and another touched my forehead.

For a moment, it felt comforting. But the second I remembered I had no one who would touch me so gently, panic set in.

"Get away from me!" I hissed, trying to pull back as I stared into the eyes of my mate. Yorick was hunched over my bed.

"Wait, Clementine, what’s wrong?" he said, grabbing my arms and guiding me back down so my head rested on the pillow.

I felt miserable.

"You’re burning with fever," Yorick said, his eyes full of concern.

"Probably a fake concern," I muttered. I remembered everything, their behavior, their words. They all tried to break me.

Everyone around me seemed to hate me for reasons I couldn’t understand.

"I said, let me go!" I snapped, holding back tears. Even with the fever twisting my mind, making me hear voices and see shadows, I refused to fall into his arms.

I would rather die than let him fool me again.

"Troy!" Yorick suddenly called. "Haiden!" he continued, making me clench my jaw and frown.

I tried to free myself, but he held my wrists down beside my head, keeping me pinned.

"What is going on?" Oriana’s voice cut through the air, the same cursed, grating voice I despised.

"She has a high fever," Yorick told her.

"Are you sure she’s not acting?" Oriana asked sharply. "After what she’s done, maybe she thinks pretending to be sick will melt our hearts and make us forget she still owes me an apology."

"Let me go!" I cried, my voice cracking. "Go sit with her, just leave me alone!" I grunted, tears burning my eyes.

She was only saying those things because he was sitting with me. If he went to her, she’d stop tormenting me.

"What did you just say?" Yorick asked, still focused on Oriana.

Of course he was.

Her words always mattered more than my pain.

I thrashed weakly in bed, my legs trembling, but each movement made something in my body crack.

I bit my tongue to stop myself from screaming.

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