The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 11

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LYRIC

The men stared at me, like I’d just told them the moon was made of cheese.

“What did you say?” The second man spoke for the first time. He was the grumpiest between the two.

“I’m sorry,” I dropped my eyes. “But I really don’t want to see him.”

“Are you telling us to deliver a message to Alpha Jaris? You expect us to tell him you refused to honor his request?” The second man, asked, stepping closer.

Okay, I’ll admit it. He was handsome–if “handsome” meant looking like you wrestled mountains for fun–but he was intimidating as hell.

“Hey, I’m sure she was clear enough,” Jace spoke up before I could. “Why don’t you tell your Alpha to send chocolates or flowers next time? Girls love those stuff.”

But the men didn’t look like they were there for jokes.

“You’re coming with us. This instant,” the second man said in a tone that brooked no room for further argument.

But I wasn’t changing my mind.

To my shock, he grabbed my hand, though, to be fair, his touch was surprisingly gentle for a guy who looked like he could crush boulders.

“Hey! Get that hand off her!” Jace shot up so fast he nearly knocked off his chair.

No. No. I didn’t like where this was headed.

“Why don’t you stay out of this, Mr. whoever–you–have? This is no business of yours.” The second man grumped. He was too rude, unlike the first man.

“That’s where you’re wrong. She’s my bestfriend, so it’s my fucking business.”

“Kael,” the first man called, tapping his partner on the shoulder.

Kael. So, that was his name.

But Kael didn’t seem like he was done. Whoever he was, he had serious temper issues.

He remained focused on Jace. “If you don’t step back this instant, I’ll make you regret it.”

“What happens if I step forward, then? Do I get a gift card?” Jace took a step toward him.

I stood up, trying to defuse the situation, but it was too late. Kael swung, landing a clean punch to Jace’s jaw,

And right there, the two men got engaged in a heated brawl.

They threw punches at each other, crashing over tables, breaking cups, flower vases and important items.

The restaurant turned into a full room circus. It took the intervention of stronger men to be able to pull them apart. Kael’s partner held him firmly when they were separated while I did same to Jace.

“We’re leaving!” Kael’s partner angrily said, and it wasn’t a suggestion.

“This isn’t over!” Kael spat out, wiping off blood from his lips with the back of his hand.

Jace wasn’t in a better state.

Fortunately, they left.

“Are you alright?” I turned quickly to Jace, holding his face.

“I’m fine. Just tell me my nose is still cute. Is my nose still cute, Lyric?” He looked genuinely worried.

Geez, it was difficult staying angry around Jace, even when you’re aware that your situation just got fucked.

JARIS

I’d just finished from an intense meeting with the elders and retired to my room to get changed.

I found Marta in when I arrived, seated on my bed.

My spirits dampened. “You don’t get to come in here without my permission, Marta. I thought I’d made that clear enough?”

“I’m sorry,” she rose from the bed. “I just had sc

Not asking what it was, I ambled to the table w

to share and wanted to wait for you.” Successfully unlocked!

“Aren’t you… curious to know what the good news is?”

I could tell she was hurt from her tone.

of wine.

“When were you going to tell me the truth?” I asked instead, my back still turned to her. “The truth that someone else had

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treated Xylon, not you?”

When she said nothing, I turned around to see her looking pale.

“Uh…” she cleared her throat. “What’re you talking about, Jaris?”

“I always find out the truth. You of all people should know this, Marta.” I pinned her with my gaze, taking in her nervousness. “Were you so eager to take the glory and get commended by me? Does our son’s health mean that little to you?”

“Jaris, no, It’s–It’s not what you think.”

“I know you always want to be the best, Marta. But if there’s someone out there who can help our son, shouldn’t you be happy as the mother?”

She stuttered but formed no words.

I emptied my drink down my throat and slammed the glass on the table. This was one of the many reasons I could never make her my Luna. She was too selfish. Even to her own children.

“I’m sorry,” her pride was a hard pill to swallow. “It was wrong of me.”

There was a knock on the door.

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