The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 131

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JARIS

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was a dream.

I knew what she was up to when she stood behind me. I knew she wanted to give me a massage–something that was beyond weird.

I wanted to stop her, except my hands didn’t work with my brain.

The second her hands touched me, I was enchanted, trapped in a time and place I didn’t want to escape from.

Her hands on me were divine, bringing me sensations I didn’t think were possible from mere hands. How the hell was she able to do it?

So, despite how strange the situation was, despite the fact that I should’ve stopped her, I sat there and let her. And enjoyed

1. it.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was doing this because she liked me. But I knew what she was there for. I knew the mark she was looking for. And I knew she’d gotten her answer the moment she lowered the shirt from my neck.

I kept my eyelids sealed, giving her the freedom to discover her answer.

There was no mark there. No color. And I sensed her disappointment the moment she saw it too.

She rolled the shirt up while I pretended not to notice she had dragged it down in the first place. It was a close one. Let’s just say it was a good thing I woke up late today of all days. While I was dressing up, it was Kael that had noticed and pointed it out to me.

I tried washing it off but couldn’t. I knew instantly that it was Lyric trying to be smart with me.

I had to make use of acid to wash it off. Yeah, fucking acid.

It was painful as hell and peeled my skin. It was actually the reason I wore the turtleneck today. Hopefully, the burn would ve healed up already with my Alpha blood.

I think it had. Otherwise, she’d have asked me about it.

I felt an ache when her hands dropped from my skin, indicating she was done. She walked around to stand in front of the

table.

“So… that’s it?” I raised an eyebrow in her direction. “You came all the way here for the first time to give me a massage? I mean, don’t you find that strange?”

Her eyes looked so disappointed. She couldn’t even meet my gaze.

What? Had she been hoping to see the mark on me? To know it was real and not a dream?

“Well, you didn’t try to stop me,” she crossed her hands and shrugged as she said.

I chuckled, twirling in my seat.

“How’s my sister?”

Now, she looked at me, surprise in her

eyes.

“So, you do care about her?”

“What makes you think I don’t?”

“I don’t know. You’ve been really cold toward her.”

“Cold?” I huffed. “Do I need to remind you who it was that stabbed me with a poisonous blade?”

She twisted her lips, clearly sensing I was right.

“Maddy is a disrespectful little piece of shit. But it doesn’t mean I don’t care about her. Now, tell me, do you think she’s getting any better?”

“Yeah.” Another shrug. “I think she’s pretty cool when she wants to be.”

I nodded. At least, that was progress.

“Do you want a drink?” I didn’t know what else was left for us to do now that she was done with her discovery.

“N–No. I’m about leaving, actually.”

Successfully unlocked!

nerving her.

I said nothing but kept my eyes on her. I notice that always ha

“Goodbye, then.” She turned toward the door.

“You know, Lyric, if you really want to help, there are better things you could do other than the massage.” My words halted

her at the door.

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She turned around to face me, seeming a little nervous. And what could that be?”

I flicked the pen in my hand. “You should remember. I made mention of it some time ago

She didn’t seem to, her brows furrowing.

I decided to help her. “It has to do with my sex organ.”

Watching Lyric blush out of embarrassment was a sight I could watch on repeat, I always enjoyed how her green eyeg had this gleam like there were stars in them, how her lips parted like they were made that way, and how her neck and cheeks reddened instantly.

I’d seen a lot of people blush, but there was always something different about Lyric’s. And each time, it created a ripple of something profound within me.

“I-” She stuttered for words but in the end, no words formed. She was completely speechless

Again, I helped her. “You know, you were supposed to provide me with some treatment before we grew distant. I want to believe the treatment is still available.”

“It isn’t,” she rushed the words out.

There was something she was desperately hiding. I had a feeling it had to do with intimacy.

But I needed this. Perhaps, if I could enjoy intimacy with other women, I wouldn’t be stuck with her

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