Claimed By The Dangerous Alpha King: Betrayed Luna Novel by Gorgeous Aliyah

As I walked out of the infirmary, I felt a mix of emotions: relief, anxiety, and grief. I was glad to be finally out of there. because the smell of the place made my insides feel really weird and all I did all day anyway was cry, at least now I was going to cry within the four corners of my cell and behind closed doors so no one was going to keep looking at me with sad eyes and getting moved to the point of tears whenever they looked at me.

The nurses had been kind and sympathetic, but I knew it was only because they pitied me not because they had any new found respect for me or anything and I hated receiving their niceness. I didn’t deserve it, I couldn’t even keep my baby alive, what did i need to be treated nicely for? Hell, why didn’t they treat me nicely when my baby was alive?

I was led to my cell, expecting the same dark and damp space, but instead, a new guard blocked our path.

“Aston has assigned a new room to her,” he said, his expression unreadable and almost robotic even.

I was taken aback, wondering what this meant, Was Aston planning to make me suffer even more?

Had he grown tired of my defiance and decided to break me further?

I wondered if this had anything to do with the way that I spoke to him The last time that we saw each other back at the infirmary.

But instead of the cell, I was led to a spacious room in the palace. The bed was soft and inviting, the windows letting in warm sunlight. I was suspicious, but my exhaustion won. I first had a seat and the way I sank into the bed made me feel tired instantly. It got my guard down even..

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I decided to check if the pillows were half as soft as the bed was and they were even ten times softer, almost like sleeping a big pile of wool.

I wondered what Aston was up to providing me this kind of comfort. Was he trying to dealing with me in the way that he liked.

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About a million thoughts of things that he could possibly want to do with me clouded my thoughts and I ended up falling right asleep. A very deep sleep.

When I woke up, Aston was standing over me, his expression unreadable. I felt a surge of fear, wondering what he wanted now. I was going to find him anyway To tell him thank you for the new room regardless of what his intentions are for giving it to me.

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. “T-thank you, Aston,” I stammered, trying to hide my resentment

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “Don’t read too much into this, Kira. It means nothing. You’re still my slave, and you’ll continue to serve me. I just needed to use your old cell for a new prisoner.”

With that, he turned and left, leaving me with more questions than answers. Why had he given me this new room? What did he want from me now? Was this some new tactic to break me, to make me grateful to him! 1 just couldn’t understand it and frankly, I didn’t care either. All I really wanted was for me to get out of this pack before I completely lost my sanity.

The next day, I wasn’t summoned to Aston’s chambers, nor Mara’s. I was confused and a little relieved. Maybe he was finally leaving me alone. But the silence was deafening, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was waiting for something, watching me. I couldn’t figure out this new game that he was playing but I was determined to win it.

I spent the evening in the garden, sitting on a bench and trying to clear my mind. My thoughts were consumed by Aston’s motives and my own grief. I felt lost and alone, unsure of what the future held. The garden was beautiful, but it felt like a prison, a reminder of my captivity.

The late afternoon sun cast a warm, golden glow over the palace gardens, the gentle breeze rustling through the leaves and caressing my skin with a gentle touch. I sat on a stone bench, lost in thought, as the shadows lengthened and the day slipped quietly into dusk.

I knew that my presence here, in this oasis of peace and quiet, was a privilege that could be revoked at any moment. Yet, there was something comforting about the familiar scents of the garden, the peacefulness of the space that had

I stared down at the ground, my mind swirling with memories and doubts, my heart heavy with grief and uncertainty. Would Aston summon me tonight, or would he leave me in this aneasy limbo, a sword of Damocles hanging over my head?

I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to steady myself. But just as I was about to find a semblance of peace, the silence was shattered by the sound of approaching footsteps.

I stiffened, my heart racing, as a familiar figure appeared in the garden.

It was Aston’s brother, BraxContent protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

My instincts told me to run, to disappear into the shadows and hade from his gaze. But there was something in his expression, a kindness and a gentleness that I hadn’t seen in his brother’s Eyes, that made me stay rooted to the spot.

He approached me slowly, his eyes full of sympathy. “I’m sorry for your loss, Kira,” he said, his voice low and sincere.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my emotions in check, but my resolve crumbled like sand against the tide.

Tears welled up in my eyes, hot and stinging, and despite my best efforts, they spilled over and streaked down my cheeks. I tried to look away, to hide my weakness from Brax, but he took my hands in his, his touch gentle and reassuring.

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice soft and understanding. “You don’t have to be strong all the time. Sometimes, it’s okay to be vulnerable.”

I felt my defences crumbling, the floodgates of my grief opening wide. I began to sob, my body shaking with the force of my emotions as Brax pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest.

“Let it out,” he whispered, stroking my hair as my tears soaked his shirt. “Let it all out.”

I buried my face in his chest, the sobs racking my body as I released the pain and the sorrow that had been bottled up inside me for days.

As my tears subsided, Brax continued to hold me, offering me the comfort and solace that I hadn’t realized I needed so desperately.

“In really sorry that that had to happen to you,” he murmured, his voice a balm to my aching soul. “I don’t know much about the afterlife but I know your child is somewhere in the sky enjoying everything that good people enjoy

I nodded, my heart breaking all over again at his words. “I loved my baby,” I whispered, my voice thick with tears. “I loved. my baby all my heart.”

As I sat there, I realized that Aston’s actions were a constant reminder of my enslavement. I was trapped in this palace, at the mercy of my cruel master. He controlled every aspect of my life, from the food I ate to the air I breathed. And yet, I held onto hope, hoping that one day I would find a way to escape, to be free from Aston’s grasp because fi felt like that was truly the only way that I was going to be able to free myself from all the guilt that I felt.

But for now, I was stuck in this palace, subject to Aston’s whims. I thought about my baby, wondering what it would have looked like, what their name would have been. Tears p**ked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to cry. I wouldn’t give Aston the satisfaction and I couldn’t let Brax have to console meall over again, he’d already done enough.

“Don’t let this weigh you down okay? I know its a lot and you have every right to be sad now but please do everything in your power to take care of yourself, I’m sure it’s what your baby would want” He said and tears p**ed at my eyes. How would I know what my baby would want if I didn’t even let it live?

As the sun set, I returned to my room, feeling restless and trapped. I paced back and forth, trying to calm my mind, but it was no use. I was a prisoner, and I knew it. And Aston was the jailer, holding the keys to my freedom.

I eventually fell into a pitiful sleep, haunted by dreams of my balay and Aston’s cruel face. When I woke up, I felt no better. the weight of my grief and captivity still pressing down on me.