I Am The Luna

I run the tap, leaning over the bath for a second. I know why I pushed Zade to go harder on me... Ada

I close my eyes, Valerie's words from a week ago ringing in my mind.

"I'm sorry, Adriana... I've tried everything. Would you like us to bring her here? It would be good for you to have some time together."

The words of a doctor when there is nothing more they can do. The words of a doctor admitting defeat.

She's dying. My sister is dying.

My lip trembles, but I refuse to let my emotions get the better of me. I take a deep, calming breath as I stand tall. I remove my clothes and return to change the bedding whilst the tub fills up.

I'll have no family once she's gone. Sure, I have the pack, but no one I can call my own....

I button up the duvet cover, tossing it back on the bed before returning to the bathroom and remove my underwear, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

A muscled body, with several thin scars running across my waist, left hip, legs and chest, decorating my body.

I look at my arms which are covered in burns. They're healed clear, no longer a darker red, but the melted flesh still shines and the pattern they made remains.

A reminder of that battle against the Sublime... we were meant to work with Sebastian King... but he led us into a trap, setting off those poisonous explosions that killed many of us...

It still angers me that only Zade was imprisoned. No one was innocent back then.

I push the thought away, brushing my hair back to reveal the scar that runs down the left side of my face, starting from below my ear and reaching midway across my cheek. This one is darker than my skin, it dips in, a reminder that the cut was very deep but never stitched up as it should have been....

These fucking Kings, this one was courtesy of Gaultier King.

I stretch my arms in front of me. These are reminders... reminders of the invisible scars that hurt within.....

Tuning, I get into the tub, wanting to soak for a bit, pushing the dark thoughts away.

Settling back in the tub, I grab my phone from the edge and text Anthony.

ADRIANA: Can you send someone for pizza? I'm starved.

ANTHONY: You got it.

Short and to the point, but I know my pizza will be here soon.

ADRIANA: Thanks.

Twenty minutes later I'm out of the bath. I've towel-dried my hair and pulled on some biker shorts and sports bra, feeling 10 BONUS

much better

That soak did me good. I have just put some moisturiser on when my phone lights up.

ANTHONY: Pizza is here.

I make my way downstairs to see Marcus holding a box of delicious-smelling pizza. The packhouse is pretty quiet, there are only a few of us, and especially at this time it's pretty dead.

I moan in anticipation of the yummy goodness as my stomach rumbles.

"Goddess, give me it. Thanks, babe," I say, high-fiving him as I take the box from him.

"You're welcome." He grins before he leaves and I open the box of pizza, take out a slice and bite into it absolutely ravished.

I close my eyes, relishing the taste of the hot cheese and the explosion of flavours in my mouth as I walk into the kitchen to grab a soda.

Fuck, this is so good.

I place the pizza down and open the fridge. I grab a soda and place it down on the counter, popping it open. I gobble down the rest of the pizza slice and grab another as I rest my elbows on the counter, biting into it, and letting out another moan of satisfaction.

"Goddess, this pizza is to die for."

"Then how about you share a slice?"

I freeze, my heart thudding as that sexy voice sends a delicious jolt through me, and his scent overpowers the smell of the pizza.

Why the fuck is he here? I thought he was coming for Halloween. That's like a week away!

I try not to panic, unable to swallow my mouthful of pizza as I slowly straighten up and turn to face none other than Atticus Payne.

My dumbass of a mate.

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