Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 323

Chapter 323: 323-Abducted Our Own Crusader

Joshua:

"Well, you should stay awake at night. That’s when we’re most vulnerable, and we need the strongest players up," I said to Clementine, avoiding her eyes.

Every time I looked at her, she could tell if I was hiding something.

"It’s fine. I can stay awake at night too," she argued, making my jaw tighten.

Hours passed with nothing happening and night arrived.

After dinner, Oriana led the three alphas upstairs, probably because she didn’t feel safe with Clementine awake.

Everyone watched them leave. We all had the same thought, what kind of power did she have?

Clementine looked restless, more so anxious.

Then it happened.

As everyone drifted to sleep and I pretended to be asleep on the couch, I saw Clementine lose control.

She marched upstairs to check on her squad mates. And that was my moment, the course was clear.

I gestured for Jack to keep an eye on Nate, since we weren’t going to involve him either.

However, instead of taking Nate to the side, like into the kitchen, as we had agreed, Jack walked over to me.

He hunched down on the couch where I was lying, whispering.

"Are you sure? Everybody’s kind of sleeping. What if the Fleshmingos come in and attack them? Shouldn’t we have someone here to warn them so they can defend themselves?"

As expected, Jack was starting to chicken out.

I didn’t understand why he couldn’t grasp a single thing. We needed to consider ourselves first.

"Jack, just do what I say, okay? I’m not going to let anyone die, trust me. As soon as the door opens, you just start screaming that you’ve seen a Fleshmingo come in and rush into one of the rooms."

I tried to convince him by agreeing with me, but he still didn’t seem comfortable.

That was when Oriana briskly walked downstairs, and it seemed the opportunity had finally presented itself.

When Oriana came downstairs, I could tell she’d had quite a clash with Clementine, or maybe it was one-sided, since only Oriana appeared.

She looked panicked. Her zipper was half-open, and strands of her hair were caught in it.

The front section of her hair looked tugged, as if someone had really yanked it.

And I didn’t need to guess who, it had to be Clementine.

I sat up instantly when Oriana ran down the stairs.

Jack and I exchanged a quick look, both of us hiding our smiles when she almost tripped on the last step before catching her balance.

She fixed her suit, tried to smooth her hair back to look presentable, but the piece stuck in her zipper made her wince.

Her eyes darted upward, and I knew if I didn’t act now, she’d slip away again.

She began pacing nervously, glancing toward the ceiling, listening for sounds, probably expecting the others to be fighting Clementine, since that’s what she’d been yelling about when she came down.

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