THE CURSED LUNA

Adrian pov

"The boldness was evident. I could hardly fathom how Alpha Christian managed to apologize to someone whose life he could have easily shattered in an instant." I chuckled as I observed Sheelah, who was seething with rage. "What? You stood there, watching that foolish girl address Alpha Christian with such disrespect, and yet you remained composed." She exclaimed, downing a glass of liquor and recoiling from its strong odor.

"Come on, Sheelah, you witnessed everything too. Alpha Christian doesn't need anyone to defend him, and the audacity of that Emily woman was remarkable. Amira can't even stand up for herself; it's as if she has a twin." I remarked, taking her hands and looking into her captivating eyes.

"What are you implying? That the woman isn't Amira? I'm not convinced; she is Amira, trying to put on an act, but I will uncover the truth soon and tear her apart." She threatened, her teeth clenched in fury, her fists balled up in frustration. Sheelah's eyes narrowed, her gaze intense. "I'm saying that something isn't adding up. The lady's behavior hasn't shown any sense of her being Amira."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what makes you think Emily is truly Emily?"

Sheelah's grip on my hands tightened. "I've seen the way Emily looks at alpha christian, with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. And have you noticed how she has been getting too angry over the fact that we called her Amira?"

I nodded, my interest piqued. "Yes, I have. But perhaps there's a logical explanation for her behavior."

Sheelah's expression turned determined. "I'll get to the bottom of this, even if it means confronting Emily herself."

I could sense the tension building between Sheelah and Amira.

"Should we consider visiting her office, given her audacity in coming to the pack mansion? It was quite bold of her to approach the mansion without any sign of trepidation." I noted that the atmosphere was charged with tension, which was palpable to Sheelah, as she seemed poised to confront Emily.

As I looked at her, I found myself unable to shake the urge to kiss her. It was as if she sensed my thoughts; she shook her head and waved her fingers dismissively. "I'm not in the mood to flirt with you right now, Adrian. Perhaps you should concentrate on dealing with that situation instead of trying to charm me, you fool," she retorted. I raised my hands in a gesture of surrender to her remarks.

I chuckled and held up my hands in a defensive gesture. "Alright, alright. I'll focus on the task at hand."

Sheelah's expression softened slightly, and she nodded. "Good. Let's go to her office and see what we can find out."

As we walked, the tension between us was palpable. I couldn't help but steal glances at Sheelah, admiring her determination and strength.

Her hips moved rhythmically as she stood on her heels. "The keys," she whispered, motioning for me to hand them over. "No, I will drive. Sheelah, you take the passenger seat," I replied, walking away and leaving her hands hanging in the air. "Are you out of your mind? Give me the keys now," she exclaimed, her eyes filled with frustration. "What's your issue, Sheelah? If you keep this up, you'll have to go by yourself. Get in the car and let me take control," I said in a low voice, resting my hands on the roof of the car while she continued to mutter under the sun.

Sheelah's face reddened with anger, but she seemed to be restraining herself. She took a deep breath and got into the passenger seat, her movements stiff with tension. I could sense her eyes on me as I walked around to the driver's side, but I didn't meet her gaze.

As I started the engine, Sheelah spoke up, her voice tight with frustration. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You're enjoying the fact that I'm not in control for once."

I glanced over at her, my expression neutral. "I'm just trying to get us to our destination safely. That's all."

Sheelah snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. "Save it, Adrian. I know you too well."

I focused on the road ahead, the silence between us thick with unspoken words. The tension was palpable, and I wondered what would happen when we finally arrived at our destination. Would Sheelah's anger boil over, or would she find a way to calm down?

As we neared the mechanic workshop, she quietly urged, "We need to stop here; I require something from them." I was surprised by her request, especially since she had previously expressed her dislike for such establishments, even for a gas station.C0ntent © 2024 (N/ô)velDrama.Org.

I caught her reflection in the side mirror and inquired, "What could you possibly want from a mechanic workshop, Sheelah?"

She averted her gaze to the window. "Acid."

My eyes widened in shock as I pulled the car over. I turned to face her, bewildered. "What? Are you serious? Whatever you're planning, please reconsider-Alpha Christian won't take it lightly." I stuttered, but she didn't respond. "Are you truly intent on harming her?"

Sheelah's gaze remained fixed on the window, her expression unreadable. I reached out, gently turning her face towards me. "Sheelah, look at me. Tell me what's going on. Why do you need acid?"

Her eyes finally met mine, and I saw a flicker of determination there. "I need it to uncover the truth," she said, her voice low and even.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What truth? What are you talking about?"

Sheelah's jaw clenched. "I'm talking about Amira. I know she's hiding something, and I aim to find out what."

I took a deep breath, trying to reason with her. "Sheelah, even if Amira is hiding something, using acid to extract information is not the answer. It's dangerous and reckless." Sheelah's expression turned icy. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect Alpha Christian from that bitch called Emily."