Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: 92-Gentle Touch And Another Mate.

Clementine:

However, before the monster could attack me, Yorick grabbed him by the neck and tossed him into the shelves. One shelf toppled into another, and I knew it would cause a lot of noise. Yorick quickly ran to hold the other shelf, stopping it from falling, but the products still rained down. I got up, grabbed the butcher knife I’d used earlier, and swung it at the creature’s neck. Its head rolled under the counter while the body collapsed on the spot.

I booked over to Yorick, who was holding the shelf, and tried to lift the one leaning on it.

"Yorick," I said. He nodded as I reached for the tilted shelf and began forcing it upright. With most of the products spilled, it was lighter, and I managed to set it back in place. Yorick was free. He stepped away from the shelf and stared at the creature’s head and body.

"What do you think these things are called?" he asked, examining it.

"I don’t know. Do you think we should give it a name?" I asked, feeling so weird in the presence of a dead monster.

He nodded while I walked past him to check outside the shop, making sure more weren’t coming after the noise we’d made. Thankfully, there weren’t many creatures around, so we were safe. But, like Yorick said, we needed a name.

"How about Fleshmingo?" he suggested and I began to laugh a little.

"What do you have against flamingos?" I asked, trying to pick up the head. The sight made me gag. Yorick must have noticed, because he gently pushed me aside and covered it with a brown paper bag.

"They just look like flamingos," he said with a shrug.

"Well then, Fleshmingo it is," I agreed.

We walked around, checking the windows and then the food on the shelves. One by one, I realized everything was expired, some as far back as 2000.

"It’s been so long," I said, showing him the date on a can.

"I wonder what these people were eating," I added, thinking about the mothers who had just given birth.

"I’m pretty sure the fleshmingos were eating them," he said, trying to be corny.

"I’m sure I saw you go into the mansion. How did you end up outside?" he asked. Now that we’d explored and knew we were safe for the night, he faced me with his hands on his waist.

"The white squad kicked me out," I said, keeping my answer short.

"Why? Why would they just kick you out?" he asked, looking me in the eye. I tried not to give him the satisfaction or say anything that would stroke his ego, but he was being pushy.

"Fine. I was trying to open the door for you," I admitted, noticing a smile spread across his face. "Don’t get me wrong. We only did it because we were already short on squad members." No matter what excuse I gave, he seemed happy with my answer.

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