The Rise Of The Ugly Luna novel Chapter 258

Chapter 258

Light vanished from her eyes. Her lips moved but didn’t make a sound. She must’ve realized how much of a fuck up she just made.

Oh, Marta. How the hell did 1 not see this?

Ishook my head at het, my disappointment bleeding through.

“Jace was right. You were never pregnant.”

*Jaris…”

I pulled back, just enough to hit her in the face. Her head reeled to the side as blood instantly stained her lips.

“You’ve lost the privilege to ever call my name.” I gripped her jaw. “You give it another try, you’ll lose your tongue.”

I pushed her away as if it were filth. Then, I turned to Lyric, whose face was covered with both guilt and unease.

She already told me the truth in the car about Marta threatening to expose Xyla when she discovered she was their mother. I just didn’t know how to forgive the fact that she lied about the twins from the scan being dead.

It all made sense–the kids‘ strange attachment to her, the scan image Kael had found in her room, why she’d risk her life to come watch the kids in the Pack.

Lyric was their mother. How did we never see it?

If I had to think of all the problems I currently have, I wouldn’t move forward.

Within twenty–four hours, I got to know my chosen mate had siphoned me to make me hate her because she was forced by my brother; a woman I’d been with the longest turned out to have been working for my brother, my fated mate who I thought was long gone was actually alive, my kids belonged to Lyric, not Marta, and my daughter was the one behind my mother’s death.

Was there anyone who could be more unfortunate than I today?

If I had to worry about all the problems I had, we definitely wouldn’t move forward.

Leaving Marta trapped in the cottage, we proceeded to her family’s house for the rescue. We took more men, selecting a very few I was sure I could trust, because I needed this mission to be a secret.

I wasn’t too surprised that Marta’s family was in on this. Her grandmother was a powerful Priestess. She must’ve been helping Caden turn the blood into poison and antidotes. The traitors.

Lyric was with us. I tried to get her to stay back in the cottage, but she wouldn’t listen and claimed the mission was too important to her as well.

Despite wanting to do this, I was curious. How exactly did they keep Greta imprisoned for eight years without getting hurt by her? How did she not try to siphon them or something?

The need for answers fueled my desire to get the mission done.

It was a success. The Monroes had no idea we were coming. So, we were able to swiftly break in, gathered everyone around and tortured them for the

secret room.

They tried to deny it at first and act tough of course, but in the end, they gave up and directed us to the room.

The moment I ran in, it became clear why Greta couldn’t attempt to harm them or escape. It became clear how for eight years, the traitors were able to keep her under their clutches.

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Chapter 258

The room was dark, dirty, and smelled. On the far end was a figure, hidden in the dark, muttering things none of us could hear

We managed to turn the only light on which was a faint blue one. It barely brightened the room but I was able to identify the figure of the Bear, though, she was almost imrecognizable.

Long dirty hair fell over her face. Her knees were brought to her chest, her small body visibly shaking

“Don’t come close. Don’t come. Not again. Not today.”

I finally managed to hear a little of the things she mumbled.

“Is that…her?” Kael asked beside me, his voice heavy with disbelief.

Standing in the center of the room, I found it a little difficult to move. Greta was right there, but her hands were missing. They had been cut off.

Nerion was the one who rushed forward before me. Crouching in front of her, he gently swiped her hair off her face.

She shrieked and recoiled from the contact.

“Hey, it’s fine. You’re safe. You’re safe, Greta.”

Words failed me. I couldn’t recall the last time I was this affected by something to the point of being speechless.

Rage. I felt so much rage, I feared it’d consume me.

“I’m not… I’m not…” She continued with her incomprehensible mutters.

Her eyes moved around the room in fear, and as I watched them, I felt a deep ache in my chest.

Greta used to have one of the prettiest eyes. Beautiful gold orbs.

They used to be so cheerful and full of life. But now… they’d never seemed emptier.

She looked so thin, like something that would break if mishandled. She was half–naked as the rag on her body barely covered anything.

I’d never seen anyone look this way, not even a slave. How could they have done this to her?

Her terrified eyes finally fell on mine. They stopped shaking and simply stared.

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