Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 385

Chapter 385: 385-I Wish To Have Listened To Her

Ian:

Mr. Rick turned around and gave me a shirt to wear. I put it on but kept looking around.

"Where is Clementine?" I asked him.

Ms. Lenora stepped closer. I did not see Miss Rue anywhere, so I guessed she had been let go.

"You have been very arrogant, Ian," Ms. Lenora commented, folding her arms over her chest. "We stayed silent only because you are the headmaster’s son."

Every time I had been rude to them, I saw the way they looked at me, as if trying to remind me that the only reason they allowed me to walk away was because of who my father was.

"Don’t tell me what I already know," I replied in a taunting tone, wanting to irritate them.

I could tell it worked because whenever I showed them arrogance, they looked miserable and helpless.

They glanced at each other and then rolled their eyes.

"Where is Clementine?" I asked again, keeping my attention on them.

I would not have followed them here otherwise.

They shared another look, almost like they were deciding who would speak first.

Then Mr. Rick answered.

"She was sent to the north last night," he told me.

The moment he said it, my fists clenched. My whole body stopped moving at once.

A sharp pain formed in my chest. Anger rose inside me, and it felt like betrayal.

I understood what had happened.

My father had chosen the perfect day to give me access to the basement, keeping me occupied so I would not return to the academy.

When I was not there, they sent Clementine away.

I lunged toward Mr. Rick, but he stepped back and hissed, "One mistake, Ian," he warned. "And she will be executed there."

My body froze in place.

My fists were still clenched beside my body.

"Tell me what mission she is doing?" I demanded, glaring at them.

"It is a simple one," Ms. Lenora replied casually, as if it was not important. "She just has to retrieve a watch. A watch of time."

The moment she said it, all I could think about was a single thing in my head.

The watch.

The hall began to blur, and a memory hit me fast, like it had been waiting for this moment.

Flashback

My arm hurt, and when I looked down, I saw a fresh stab wound.

Zian had stabbed me with a fork only moments ago. He was screaming at me like he always did.

His small face was red and angry. I sat on the floor holding my arm, unable to stop shaking.

The door burst open, and my father rushed in, grabbing Zian by his wrist.

"You have always been a nuisance," he yelled at him. "Look what you have done to Ian this time."

He shouted at Zian, who continued kicking and screaming as my father dragged him out of the room.

I stared at the doorway, breathing unevenly.

Zian’s cries echoed down the hall until they finally faded.

My father returned after the nurses had taken me to treat the wound.

My arm still hurt, but what hurt more was that my own brother had done this to me.

"Pack your things," my father ordered, instead of asking if I was alright.

"Why? Zian was the one who hurt me. I did not do anything," I mumbled in my usual soft voice.

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