The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 140

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PLEASE NOTE THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS PHYSICAL ABUSE.

LYRIC

“You’ve been out for a long time, he tilted his head to the side. “I want to believe your memory is still intact?”

An intense, biting acidity flooded my mouth, making me wince with its harshness.

He didn’t recognize me. Back then, when his eyes opened, he’d only seen the ugly girl.

I shivered at my situation. I was sure those men behind him were Feeders. But what was he doing with them? And why did they give him so much respect like he was their leader or something?

“Over here, Lyric,” he spoke again. He and Jaris had almost the same voice. The silver eyes were the same–even Maddy had it.

“When I ask a question, you’re meant to answer.” He took his hand to my throat, and I winced when he cut me with his claw to prove his point.

“Please,” I whimpered, attempting to pull my neck away.

“I told you to give me answers.” His claw was out of my neck already, but his hand was still close enough to make me fear he would cut me again.

What did he want me to say?

“Y–Yes. I remember.”

His hand dropped to his side, his dark gaze watching me like a hawk.

“You’re quite beautiful, he murmured. “Could it be the reason Jaris made you his mate?”

My heart continued thumping against my ribcage. I wasn’t one to be easily intimidated, yet before this very man, I was petrified.

Everything about him screamed danger. Madness.

He was the kind of man anyone would want to avoid.

“Did you know,” his hand was back to my throat again, making me flinch. He trailed his elongated claw against the hollows

of my neck, teasing me with a cut that never came. “If I cut deep enough, you will die.”

He moved the claw downward, going to my chest. To my alter shock, he ripped my shirt open.

“No!” I screamed. “What’re you…. what’re you doing?”

But he didn’t seem the least bothered about my reaction.

My chest was exposed, revealing the black bra I had on.

I shivered when his index claw came between my breasts,

“That’s the secret of my claws. A cut like this…” he broke my skin with his claw, eliciting a sharp cry from me as this was more painful than the one from my neck. “… will not kill you. It’d only hurt for a long time. But let’s say I go deeper.”

“Please, don’t! Please!” I panicked, fearing he’d puncture my heart.

He stopped, his lips lifting in a cruel smile.

“If I went deeper than this, your heart would stop beating in no time.”

I was visibly shaking. His hand was still between my breasts, his index finger beneath my skin which was bleeding.

“Can you imagine how devastating that would be for you?”

I whimpered in relief when he withdrew his claw.

“What do you want from me?” I sniffled. “Please, I haven’t done anything.”

He chuckled–a dark sound that made me want to run into hiding.

“You haven’t done anything, dear Lyric.” He straightened up, snapping his fingers at the boys behind him. “I just needed someone important to my brother.”

As if the boys behind him knew what he wanted, one of them moved to grab a chair in the corner of the room. He brought it to Jaris‘ brother who took a seat.

“I–I’m not important. The only person that might be important to him is Marta.” I knew that was a lie.

Marta might have kids for him, but I knew she wasn’t that important to Jaris.

“Nah,” the man before me clicked his tongue. “That hoe isn’t important. Trust me, he’d have made her his mate if she was.”

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He looked the same age as Jaris–Young, handsome and cold. But I heard he was the eldest. Although, the age difference was less than three years.

“Just in case you didn’t know, I’m Caden.”

Of course, I knew. His name and that of his brother had been popular in our world while growling up. I just didn’t know what they looked like.

Back then, seeing them was a privilege.

“Did you know,” he pulled his chair closer to mine. So close, our knees were touching.

I wriggled in my seat. I didn’t like how exposed I was before him.

“My brother had me imprisoned for eight years.” He tsked. “Eight years, Lyric. You tell me, is that fair?”

Judging from what he’d done to me so far, I couldn’t feel sorry for him.

His fist against my face came fast. My head fell back as I yelped from the punch, blackness enveloping me temporarily.

Oh, gods. Oh, gods. I was going to die.

“I told you to give me answers.” His voice was normal, like he hadn’t just punched the living daylight out of me.

“Yes!” I cried before opening my teary eyes at him. “Yes, I think it was fair.”

It wasn’t until the last word was out that I realized my foolishness. Damn it. In such cases, I should be on his side. Antagonizing him was only going to provoke him further.

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