The Rejected Luna Queen novel Chapter 150

Dylan's POV

Some Days Later

"What's your name?" I asked one of the guards who stood by the door of the entrance to the throne room where I sat on a sofa with a chewing stick in my hand.

"Ramsey, Sir," he said with shaky lips. "I'm called Ramsey Stone."

"Good. Go to Johnny's room and call him for me, guard!" I barked at him, making sure to stress the 'Guard' so that he'll be sure that I did not need his name, nor did it mean anything to me at all.

He bowed and immediately left the room, while I just relaxed on the sofa, thinking of what to do next.

I contemplated calling back Alpha Dwayne so that we could launch an attack on the Blue Moon Pack as soon as possible knowing that they must have thought that we weren't going to do that anymore. I also didn't want him to lose interest in the plan because of how long we took to implement it.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the door fling open. I had spent quite several minutes thinking about the best plan that I could devise to win the war ahead.

It was only after I felt a tap on my lap that I knew that Johnny was standing right in front of me. "I've been calling you for so long, Dylan," he revealed. "You seem lost in your thoughts."

"That's none of your business," I uttered, a bit annoyed that he could ask that sort of question. "Why are you here?"

He smiled and raised his hands to show that he meant no harm at all but I didn't care anyway. I just wanted to know why he was standing in front of me.

It was only after a few seconds that I realised that I had sent a guard to call him. I bowed my head, wondering how I could have forgotten something so important. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, he began to speak instead.

"I was already on my way here before I met the guard that you sent to call me," he revealed, much to my pleasure as it made my question make some sense. "I came here with a piece of news for you, Dylan; a very important one that I'm very certain that you'd love to hear."

"What's the news about?" I asked, keen on finding out what was so important that he had to come to see me himself without being sent for.

"It's about Aurora, Dylan. She's soon to be due as her stomach has protruded," he said to me with a smirk.

He was probably trying to remind me that the time for us to carry out our plans of kidnapping her was very near and we had to start making the necessary preparations before it'll be too late.

"Is there anything else that you might want to say to me?" I asked him, nodding my head.

At first, he said nothing. He stared at me instead, which gave me a clue that there was something that he wanted to say to me but for some reason, he couldn't get himself to say it.

"Go on," I urged him on, with a nod so he could know that it was alright to speak to me concerning the matter, whatever it might have been.

"Okay, I…"

"Is it good or bad news?" I asked, interrupting him so that I'd know how to receive the information. I didn't want to be taken unawares by it when he'd finally say it.

"When did it get so bad?" I asked Johnny, who just bowed his head.

"It's been a while. I heard she had been that way for months now and she's refusing all the help from the doctors that your father paid to take care of her. She doesn't even talk to him anymore."

As the words came out, I felt closer to tears than I'd ever felt in my life but I couldn't cry. I couldn't let my emotions out that way. I just had to keep it in and hear the man talk whilst thinking about the next step to take.

"From what the spy revealed to me, your mother now looks and behaves like a mad woman, Dylan. Something needs to be done about it very quickly."

That was it. I couldn't take that at all. He made himself the perfect scapegoat for me to vent my anger.

I stepped forward and grabbed him by the collar, ensuring that my grip was very firm and that I choked him in the process.

"Never refer to my mother with any stupid names in your life, do you hear me?" I screamed directly into his face.

He nodded and I let go of his collar. "Leave my presence now!" I ordered, still enraged by his words.

He quickly turned around and left the room, shutting the door as he left while I returned to the sofa and sat to think.

I had to do something about my mother's condition. I couldn't leave her that way. She deserved much better than that.