Alpha King’s Lost Luna

Chapter 306 Kill ADALYN El This girl was stupid and annoying, to say the least.

Yet, despite these facts, I regretted that I had underestimated her. I should have dealt with the tiny redhead girl right after Cassandra Keller had disappeared. Now, she had become a big problem, one I wasn’t sure how to handle.

“I was hiding in the room next to yours when you spoke,” Becky chimed in.

Father’s face changed when she mentioned the meeting. His complexion paled and his hazel eyes widened, but when he ran his hands through his graying hair, it was clear

that he seemed convinced by her words.

I had to hand it to her. 3 Placing herself at the scene of the crime was a bold move, one I wasn’t sure how to work around. This was damning to be certain but I had to remain collected if I wanted to make it out of this and continue my plans without interruption.

Silas’ little kitten was a true thorn in my side.

Father studied the girl’s expression like a fox studying its prey. “I hope you acknowledge that you will be punished for your confession, girl. You heard something you weren't meant to hear in a zone that was out of bounds to you.

Not that you were meant to be in the House of Moses anyway. Do you

understand that those actions will have consequences, even if you are my son’s... mate?” St a She nodded, much to my agitation, and tucked a lock of her auburn hair behind her ear innocently. “I understand it well, Lord Oliver, which is why I confessed. You wouldn't trust me if I withheld any information. I can tell you don’t like to be deceived, so I will do no such thing.” The moment Father fixed his gaze on me, I knew he believed the little bitch over me. I couldn’t be all that surprised. He had

always distrusted me. Why would today be any different? “I’ll have to figure this out for myself,” he said, and then he glanced at the guards. “Take the girl and her

accomplice away. Lock them up.” The guards nodded and before they left, Father pointed at Becky. i “You better not be lying,” he warned her. “If you are, I will see to it that you suffer.” She nodded and without another word, the guards led the pair from the room.

They closed the door behind them, leaving only Father and I in the room.

Father didn’t speak for a few minutes and the silence was palpable. Silence could add to the pressure, especially in his presence. I used to fear this atmosphere because it always meant heavy punishment, but to my surprise, I didn’t feel fear.

I only felt hatred.

At the situation, at Father, at Silas.

Stupid, stupid, Silas, and his awful little bitch of a pet. How had I gotten so unlucky? I had the girl chained up for goodness sake! How had her accomplice gotten in under my nose? “Is what the girl said true?” Father finally spoke, clearly holding in his anger. He seemed on the verge of exploding into a blind rage. “I’m giving you a chance, Adalyn.” A chance? A chance? A chance to what? To admit I wanted to cripple his beloved son? Why would I do that? What was he expecting from me? A full confession? For me to beg for his forgiveness as I wept and whimpered for him?

I wanted to laugh.

His question brought old memories to my mind. Fa Father had said the same thing when Silas and I were very young.

It was the first time he had brought us to the forest to hunt. Back then, Silas had only been five years old. All he knew was crying, especially out for my mother. He only ever sought her attention.

Father wanted me to look after Silas, but I was fed up with him. I wanted to run into the forest and hunt with the other strong werewolves. I wanted to be like Cora, the beautiful golden- haired girl who was said to be better than any kids at our age.

So, I'left Silas near an old tree trunk

and warned him to stay there. I told him if he didn’t remain there, a scary monster would drag him deep into the woods and tear the very flesh from his limbs.

After he nodded fearfully at me, I ran deep into the forest and hunted a deer all on my own. I was ecstatic as I carried my kill back out from the woods. I wanted to show Father how good I was, how capable I was. Perhaps if he knew I was talented, he would speak to others in the Pack, and I would be talked of as highly as Cora.

We could be the best of the best in the Pack one day if only I could get his praise. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

But instead of praise, Father was angry with me. It was the first time he whipped me, the old way of punishing disobedient werewolves that was rare,

but not outlawed.

All because Silas was wounded. p It wasn’t my fault. If he hadn’t left his spot, his legs never would have been cut by the sharp rock. But Father always blamed me. Every mistake was my mistake.

To this day, I couldn’t understand what I ever did to hurt him.

I was his daughter. Why did he treat me so differently than he did his son? I stared at him now and shook my head in denial. “I didn’t do anything, Father.

I' would never harm Silas. I've always loved him. He’s my brother, after all.

I'll make you a vow-" “A vow is of no value to me, Adalyn,” he interrupted me with a glare.

“There’s only one way to know the

truth. I'll call the head of healers here at once.” I knew the healer would confess everything. Father was great at interrogation and the head healer was weak. He would give in at once.

“This will be your last chance,” Father continued. “You know what the consequences would be if what the girl said is true.” The consequences. Would he ground me in the basement, not allowing anyone to talk to me, and giving me no food to eat for days until I had no strength to beg? Or would he whip me in front of all of the Moses soldiers? Perhaps he would kill me this time.

“Why can’t you trust me?” I blurted

out.

Father frowned. “You're avoiding the question.” = “I’m not,” I fired back. “It’s you who keeps avoiding the problem, Father.

Why have you always loved Silas better? Why can’t you be fair to me?” He stared at me with an expression of disgust and disdain. He didn’t even bother to answer my questions.

Instead, he walked toward the door, probably to find some guards to bring the head healer to the study.

But I didn’t give him the chance.

Out of anger and desperation, I pulled a knife from my pocket. I had kept it on me since Asher went missing and Anemond became a mess. I had wanted

to protect myself, as it was clear that there was only one person looking out for me. = Myself.

Father didn’t notice, so I took the opportunity and rushed over and stabbed the knife into his neck.

He tried to struggle but it was too late.

He didn’t even make a sound before he collapsed lifelessly to the floor.

I dropped the knife in shock and then stared at my bloodied hand in shock.

What had I just done?