THE CURSED LUNA

Sheelah pov

"Leave me alone!"

"Sheelah, do you truly believe that waiting for Christian to uncover the location of the missing pack workers is a wise course of action? You are fully aware of her situation." He glared at me with disdain, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of his accusations.

"Are you out of your mind? Why would you blame me for the disappearance of a woman I have never even met? I have no idea where she is from, and yet you have the audacity to implicate me? Come on, Adrian, you need to get your facts straight." I replied calmly, taking a sip of my drink, trying to appear indifferent. However, before I could enjoy another sip, I felt a jolt that caused my glass to shatter on the floor.

"Ah!" I gasped, taken aback as the cold liquid drenched my clothes and the ground beneath me.

Adrian's eyes burned with fury. "Don't feign ignorance with me, Sheelah," he snarled, his tone low and threatening. "I am aware of your involvement. Your behavior has been suspicious for weeks."

I rose from my seat, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "Suspicious? What are you implying?" I asked, pretending to be oblivious.

He advanced towards me, his fists tightly clenched. "Do not lie to me. I have witnessed your late-night escapades. I have seen you observing the pack worker."

My gaze sharpened. "Observing her? You are the one who is fixated on her, not me."© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Adrian's face flushed with anger. "How dare you!" he bellowed, his hand lunging towards me but stopping mid-air. I instinctively turned my face away, my eyes wide with shock and my heart racing. When I looked back, I delivered a slap across his face, my heart pounding with adrenaline.

A mere pack beta now finds himself at my mercy, as we have shared moments of intimacy before. My thoughts were racing as he clutched the area I had struck, staring intently at me.

"I apologize, Sheelah; it was never my intention to cause you pain." He expressed his regret, his eyes cast downward.

I remained motionless, the sting of the slap still resonating in my hand. Adrian's unexpected apology took me by surprise, and for a fleeting moment, our gazes met in a wordless acknowledgment.

"Spare me, Adrian," I retorted, advancing towards him. "You've crossed a line this time."

Adrian kept his eyes lowered, his tone heavy with contrition. "I lost my temper, Sheelah. I promise it won't happen again."

I shook my head, grappling with the tumult of feelings within me. Adrian's abrupt outburst had unsettled me, yet his apology had begun to ease my fury.

"Leave, Adrian," I finally stated, my voice steady yet resolute. "We will address this later."

Adrian nodded, still touching the spot where I had struck him. Without uttering another word, he exited the room.

I was astonished that Adrian had resorted to violence against me; who was this woman to him? His protectiveness was overwhelming.

I need to retrieve some alcohol from the cellar to calm my nerves, I mused, my thoughts spiraling.

As I made my way to the cellar, my mind continued to churn over the encounter with Adrian. Who was this woman that captivated him so completely? What was their backstory?

Upon entering the cool, dimly lit cellar, the air was saturated with the aroma of aged wine and moist earth. I maneuvered through the narrow aisles, my fingers brushing against the dusty bottles until I located the one I desired.

A 20-year-old single malt whiskey, ideal for soothing frayed nerves, was poured into a generous glass as I settled onto a nearby stool, allowing the amber liquid to warm my throat.

Just as I began to unwind, the sound of footsteps resonated through the cellar. Christian emerged, his expression somber.

"Did you find something?" I inquired, gesturing toward the bottle.

Christian shook his head. "No, I'm searching for you. We need to discuss something."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is it about Adrian?"

Christian leaned against a nearby rack. "It's about the woman and Adrian's newfound interest in her."

I took another sip, my interest piqued. "Please continue."

Christian's gaze sharpened. "She is not an ordinary woman. She is... unique. Special."

Intrigued, I set my glass down. "In what way is she special?"

Christian paused before responding. "She has ties to the pack's history. To our past."

I frowned, sensing there was more to the story. "What do you mean by that?"

"I am uncertain, but she has been involved with this pack through my mother's assistance, and now I find myself perplexed about how to approach her parents, as I have no means to do so."

I massaged my temples, attempting to alleviate the intensifying headache. The woman's presence within the pack, her ties to our founders, and Adrian's unpredictable conduct had woven a complex situation. "How did her parents meet their end?" I inquired of Christian, seeking further understanding.

Christian's demeanor shifted to one of gravity. "They were murdered during a rogue assault when she was merely a child. My mother took her in and ensured her safety."

My thoughts raced with the ramifications. It was no surprise that she felt like kin.

"Why, then, conceal her true identity?" I pressed.

Christian shrugged. "My mother aimed to shield her. Sheelah's heritage makes her vulnerable."

I acknowledged this, recognizing the numerous adversaries our pack faced.

As soon as he departed, I hissed and resumed sipping my vodka, my gaze fixed on the wine cellar, which seemed to offer a better opportunity to unravel the enigma.

As I filled another glass, my attention remained on the wine cellar. The dusty bottles appeared to harbor secrets, and I was resolute in my quest to unveil them.

Just as I brought the glass to my lips, a faint sound resonated from the depths of the cellar. I halted, my ears alert.

The noise repeated - soft footsteps, careful and measured.

I placed the glass down, my heart racing. Who or what - was hiding in the cellar?

Without a moment's hesitation, I advanced toward the cellar, my senses heightened. The air turned colder, shadows coiling around me.

As I ventured deeper, the footsteps grew more pronounced. I turned a corner, and a figure emerged.

Luna Viviana.