36 A Progress Made or I Am The Luna Chapter 114 By Moonlight Muse
ZAIA.
Silence.
One that is an answer louder than any word could possibly be.
I stand up and he looks up at me, pale.
“I said nothing,” He says, his heart thumping. I said nothing!”
“Your silence was enough,” I say quietly as I walk around my desk and open my drawer.
I take out my gun, seeing his face drain.
“Please no! Please, forgive me! Have mercy!”
I ignore him and slide in a fully loaded cartridge, hearing the satisfying click as it locks in place – my heart clenching as I look at the door.
Agatha…
“Don’t do this! They’ll kill me, please!”
“Well, lucky for you, you’re going to be placed in a prison cell in isolation. You might just live, even if you don’t see the light of another day again.” I say coldly as I close the door.
Her smile, her bubbly persona, her concern for the children. I don’t want it to be her, I can’t take any more betrayal.
I feel like I have the strength to go on, but then something else hits me and I wonder how much more will I be able to handle.
I’m losing myself, losing control of everything.
“Alpha, please forgive me. I did everything because I had no choice. Please show compassion!”
“Silence,” I command, my voice shaking despite the power it holds as I walk to the door, pulling it open.
Justin and another guard are standing there. ” Keep him drugged and put him in a cell. I swear if he somehow goes missing, everyone will be held accountable. I have something to do. I’ll be back.”
“Understood! Where are you going, Alpha?
Shall I come with you?”
“No. I’m fine alone.” I answer Justin firmly.
I can’t even trust my own pack. I’m walking on edge, ready to be stabbed in the back at any
moment by one of my own.
They ask me nothing more and I quietly walk out through the pack hall. I can hear the rain pouring down and it feels as dreary as I go inside.
I push open the entrance door and stare at the downpour. It’s almost dark, and it’s gotten considerably colder too.
I’m about to step out when my phone rings. I look down at it.
Atticus?
My heart leaps with a little glimmer of hope as I answer it.
“Any leads?” I ask.
“Fuck yes, he- are you alone?” he asks. I look around.
“Yeah,”
“He came through Red. As much as I fucking hate to admit it, he fucking did.” His voice is low, but I can hear the barely masked
excitement in his voice. “It’s a damn clever blueprint of the pack, one that pinpoints dozens of secret cameras installed around that pack.”
Sebastian…
I feel a little lighter and I nod, although he can’t see me. “Perfect, remove them all. Let’s show them that we are not to be underestimated.”
say.
“Yeah, definitely. We’ve begun on the first set, and we’re making our way through the grounds. Jai, your father and myself are going to handle them just so we know we have gotten each one.”
He replies.
“Excellent, make sure not to mention his name.”
“We won’t, rest assured.”
“Alright bye, I have something to handle,” I say quietly, cutting the call.
I stare down at my phone, wondering if Sebastian has healed. Regardless of whether he has or not, it could still cost him a lot if they learn he’s betraying them.
I hate how you always invoke something inside. of me, Bastien… I hate it.
I step out into the rain, and it drenches me instantly. A few tears manage to escape as I gaze up at the sky. Almost as if it’s crying the tears that I wish to cry but cannot…
I grip the door, refusing to let my emotions weaken me as I look over the wall that separates the pack hall from the King’s mansion.
It made sense… to an extent… She must have been the one behind the cameras…
She would have easily been able to access my bank accounts to make that payment from my account since we never locked our doors.
Why would we, when it was an only family home and a handful of trusted staff?
Ethan… he was always around. Agatha herself told me if I needed to go anywhere, Ethan would take me. Of course… keep an eye on me…
She pretended to hate Annalise and was so happy when I became her daughter-in-law.
Lies.
All part of a greater plan, although I don’t understand why she would pretend to like me and then split me from her son.
Was it because she knew I’d choose the sublime? I don’t know…
Setting my phone on record, I slip it back into my pocket, making sure not to cover the speakers.
I enter the gates of the King’s mansion; the guards allowing me through, and I walk to the front door. I ring the bell, feeling my stomach twist once again.
Agatha… it’s hard to believe.
I brush my dripping hair back as the door is opened. “Alpha Zaia, welcome home.” The butler says, lowering his head to me.
“Thank you. Is anyone home?” I ask, smiling gracefully.
“Yes ma’am, Madam is home.”
I see.
“Excellent. I’ll go wait for her. I better grab a towel first, though.”
He smiles. “Of course, allow me to-”
“Oh no, I’ll be fine. I’ll grab one.” I reassure him before I walk down the hallway as if heading to the laundry room, but the moment. I’m out of sight, I scan the hall, trying to pick up Agatha’s location.
I can’t hear anyone downstairs… I glance towards the stairs and swiftly make my way upstairs. She always retreated to her room when she had free time.
The carpet beneath my feet completely silences my footsteps.
Despite Ethan’s silent confirmation, I’m still in denial. Trying to wrap my head around the fact that Agatha is indeed a part of this, despite having enough pointing at her for it to make sense.
I walk down the hall and knock on the closed door of her and Aran’s bedroom. Not waiting for an answer, I open it and step inside.
Agatha looks startled as she stands at the door.
of her little lounge, shutting the door behind herself a little too quickly. That was the place that she retreated to for some reading and relaxing time.
“Zaia! You startled me! How are you? Oh my, you are soaking wet. Sit down, I’ll fetch you a towel!” But the way she had been standing there was as if she was expecting-me.
I force a smile on my face. “Thank you,” I say quietly, the words making me sick.
Her eyes widen before they glisten with tears.
“Come sit dear,” she says as she walks over to me touching my cheek when I don’t move. Our eyes meet and once again, it feels like it can’t be true.
Did you really poison your own grandchild?
My heart aches at just the thought of that. How can one be so cruel?
She guides me to the bed, and I sit down. “Are you alright, dear?”
“I’m tired. I just wanted to come see you.” I say softly, masking my inner turmoil.
“Oh, child… wait here. I’ll go get you a towel before you catch a cold and then we can talk all
about it over some hot drinks.”
She’s about to go to her bathroom before she slaps her forehead. “I’ll be right back. I had them clean the entire place and they took the towels. Besides, I’ll tell them to get some tea…” she explains as she leaves the room.
The moment she does, my eyes harden, and I stand up, wondering if she’s clicked. She might know or she might not… but do I put her under the alpha command?
I glance towards the bedroom door that stands ajar and swiftly cross the room and try to open the door to her lounge, only for it to not budge.
Automatic lock? Must be since she didn’t lock it with a key.
It’s one room I have never seen, as it was her haven. A place even Aran wasn’t allowed, and that makes me even more curious about it.
Hearing her footsteps, I quickly walk back to the bed and sit down.
“Here we are!” she says as she comes over holding a towel. I take it from her before she can try to help me, not trusting her in case she’s put something on it. 1
“Thank you,” I say, placing the towel down on the bed. Seeing her glance towards her lounge door I stand up.
She looks surprised as she glances at the towel. ” Are you alright, Zaia? You will catch a cold!”
“A cold is nothing compared to everything I’ve been put through,” I say quietly, my eyes hardening as I look at her. “Tell me, how long have you been plotting against me?”
