Luna's Cruel Fate

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at I could. The stone walls were all wet, and the smell of that damn mold made every breath hard to breathe. But cold metal cuffs now encircled my wris

e heavy, slow footsteps were coming down the hall, growing louder. Panic seized me: Who was coming, wh

my surprise,

a Ki

ghtened, my heart racing crazily. What was he doing here? The last time I had seen him was at the induction ceremony, where he'd

or something in my eyes. I dropped my eyes, fearing he would see, afraid

w soft his voice sounded surprised me, a bit

. "Alpha Kieran... why am I here? I couldn't even manage t

e replied bluntly, as if that is all there is to be, as if wanting a thing is just

d to race. Why should he care? He'd made it clear at the ceremony that I meant nothing to him

t want him to think of how deeply he hurt me. But the body is a betraying thing, a

on something. They have been so wrong to you, he said almost to himse

d no one had ever talked to me like that since they took my parents away from me. There, for a second, I thought

want to seem ungrateful, but the question burdened my heart. So if it is a

was indistinguishable from me. "Because nobody deserves to be tre

but something in the look of his eyes and that glimmer of remorse sent sh

p to put his hand on my shoulder. His touch scorched through my thin dress and at least fo

nd this wave of hope and disbelief washes over me. "Help

es were stea

er the guards, which lurked in the shadows, over the expressionless faces. Take

nd they quickly moved across the room to unlatch my chains, releasing my wrists and ankles from the cold, biting iron. C

Kieran, my heart racing wildly in a jarring mix of gratitude and fear: he'd rescued me fr

a whisper. They seemed so trivial yet,

he rest of his face was so severe. "You don't hav

emed so inviting while a part of my head seemed to be questioning; that maybe he indeed isn't the cruel alpha, a mean rej

hauled me from that cell. He held me as we stumbled blindly through that dark, winding passageway of that dungeon-so he su

pure white against the black of the dungeon. My eyes closed, feeling the s

yes alone, "Why did you do that for me? This time, I didn't keep my mind from it because I desperately needed to understand,

stled to give words to an answer. Why? Because sometimes

le. That was all he would say. He kind of smiled this really sad, almos

Sahara has more questions for me than answers. What did he mean by giving me a second chance? And perhaps

hat Kieran had finally changed, and there was a part of him that felt for me, no matter how small. But nothin

through the doorway of the dungeon into my face, realizing for the very first time th

Kieran