The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 244

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Chapter 244

JARIS

I didn’t miss the way my Beta’s jaw tightened, like he was trying so hard to hold back on some words.

I shifted my gaze to Nerion. “It doesn’t make any sense, does it? We’re enemies. Why would he think she was with me?”

“I guess he was just being unreasonable, sir,” Nerion shrugged.

I turned away from them, my brows furrowing. I didn’t like it when I reached this point; the point where I knew something was missing but had no inkling of what it was.

I shut my eyes, trying so hard to think. To search my memories. But all I got was a painful migraine the harder I tried.

Lyric meant nothing to me. The only memories we shared were the ones where she hurt me. She’d never been good to me.

Just as I thought of her, I heard her voice beside me, making me think she’d morphed out of my thoughts.

There she was, shaking hands with Mr. Ming. She had dark shades on, completely concealing her eyes. It looked strange on her.

“Oh! Did you hurt yourself, Ms?” Mr. Ming pointed at her forehead and that was when I noticed the bandage running from her hairline down to the side of her eye.

“I bumped into something. I was careless,” she said dismissively.

The duo walked away together, sharing small conversations. I wasn’t even sure she knew I was there. If she did, she didn’t care to look at me.

I may not have a lot of memories about us, but I knew damn well she wasn’t a good liar. Bumping into something wouldn’t give you a mark that long.

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We flew back to the Capital City two days later. I had a lot of things to take care of—especially Pack matters that had been left pending.

It was a hassle trying to focus the whole day as I had one constant thought nagging me.

I tried so hard to get rid of the thought until it eventually became irritating.

When I returned to my room at night, I showered and wore something fresh. Yet, I remained restless. It got so bad I couldn’t stop myself when I picked a vase and hurled it against the wall.

I picked another, growling loud as I smashed it at the wall. I shoved the things on my table to the floor. Every damn thing.

It still wasn’t enough.

Fuck, I needed to do more!

I paced around the room with heavy pants. I didn’t know what else to destroy that would bring me satisfaction. So, I used my fist.

I punched the wall, again and again until my knuckles were bloody.

There was something missing. I could fucking tell! It felt like a hole deep in my chest; begging to be filled.

Why couldn’t I tell what it was? What the fuck was wrong!?

Did it have something to do with her? The Siphon?

Hell no!

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Chapter 244

I pulled at my roots, rubbing blood on my strands.

I didn’t care about her. Caden could go ahead and kill her if he wanted. He could leave several scars on her body. It wouldn’t mean a damn thing to mel

She wasn’t important. Lyric Harper meant nothing to me.

So, why the hell was! this disturbed? Why couldn’t I get over the stupid mark I saw on her face? Why couldn’t I get over the suspicion that she only wore those dark shades to hide her sore eyes? Why couldn’t I get over the stupid fact that she was dying in Caden’s arms!?

I slumped over a chair and passed out, my head falling back.

I needed to breathe, but it was so hard to.

I stayed that way for what felt like an eternity. Until the voices stopped ringing in my head. Until the constant throb eventually seized.

And when the storm in my head was all over, I made my way to the kids‘ room. Not because I wanted to see them, but for something else entirely that! had no business with.

They were deep asleep when I entered. I asked their nannies not to wake them up and told them to leave me the room. Then I went to Xylon’s shelf, pulling out his art book.

I flipped to the last page he’d worked on which was the drawing of the ‘man‘ from the park.

I took a seat as I studied the drawing, wondering if it truly was Lyric. Why had she been sneaking into my territory to see my kids? It was a big risk that could get her killed if caught. Why would she take such a risk for the kids? Or had she been plotting to hurt them?

Out of boredom, I flipped to the previous page of the book and found another interesting picture.

Like all his sketches, they were amateurish, but with a closer look, one could tell what the drawing was about.

The drawing in that book was that of a man, a woman, and two kids in a car. The man was the one driving while the two kids were in the backseat.

Was this myself, Marta and the kids? Although….

I ran my finger along the page. There was something magnetic about the drawing. Something familiar.

“Do you like my drawings, dad?”

I turned, surprised at Xylon’s voice.

He stood at the foot of the bed in his pajamas, his hair messy.

“Hey. I thought you were sleeping.” I kept my voice low, not wanting to wake Xyla up.

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