Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 239

CASSANDRA

That night, as I studied the map Helene had given me, I put together all of the information. I’d been presented with and made several speculations.

First, the name of the poison that had infected Asher was likely Interno, not Black Marks. Asher had received it far too long ago, and if the infected in Wild Crawler were any indication, he would have deteriorated already if Raven’s recreation was in his veins. Of course, if it was in fact Inferno, why hadn’t it taken effect right away?

If I remember it clearly, Asher started to get the Black Marks on his body around the time he’d visited Wild Crawler. So, what had triggered the reaction on his skin? It was hard to make assumptions about what was going on without specific scientific information or data to assess. I was a healer, but I was also a scientist, and without true research to observe, I was a little confused.

At the very least, I was relieved to know that if Asher was truly infected with Inferno, and it had the effects Raven thought it did, he wouldn’t die any time soon.

Second, mind control seemed to be real, and a major concern to consider. Although Raven hadn’t found a way to achieve it yet. I knew that’s what she was researching. It was also likely the reason that Emmett created Inferno. He invented the poison for the old king of Wegalla and claimed it was a magic remedy to help him keep his youth.

Emmett hadn’t lied about that part, but he didn’t tell the king the whole truth. He wanted to use the poison to control the king. But the king, maybe being skeptical and fearful, used it on his son instead of himself, to test it.

Third, the great magic that Emmett placed within my body was the key to achieving mind control. Whatever magic lived within me was the catalyst to make his agenda come true.

As my eyes welled up with tears, I forced myself to take a long, deep breath, though the effort felt impossible.

Though I couldn’t confirm with absolute certainty that these speculations were 100% correct, I had a strong feeling that they weren’t far off from the truth. That being said… what could I do? Should I tell Ronald right away? I was his informant after all, and we’d made a deal. I knew I needed to uphold my side of the bargain, but would it be better to keep these theories to myself until I knew the truth?

be better to keep them hidden

asleep. and though we were all in the same room, I’d never felt more lonely. It was so hard not to tell them everything, but I couldn’t risk their safety, not when things were already so precarious. Their involvement in the events that happened in Anemond were worse enough. They couldn’t get involved in what happened

to myself for as long as necessary.

to slip away to Wegalla to tell them what was going on. If I could get to my homeland. I could warn them about how dangerous

a location to run away to ht wat right on the border, tucked away far from where anyone could castly had her. It was perfect, small without

ones who had not yet been infected

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delivery of the note would lead to Helene inviting me to lunch as I’d done the other day. I made certain to be sague in my note so we wouldn’t get

my surprise, when the housekeeper arrived, she told me that Helene appeared to be sick and that she’d spoken. instead, to Ronald. The king’s cousin had returned to his residence because of his fiance’s illness and told Ms. Benn that Helene was unable to meet

was both baffled and

was that possible? After our last meeting, she’d looked radiant, and now, after only

I knew it was just paranoia talking. I wondered if Ronald was involved. Had he found anything suspicious? Or was this meeting happening because he couldn’t wait to hear

I needed to be

housekeeper nodded. She mentioned that she’d love to help because of what I’d done for her daughter. Ms. Benn’s attitude had improved a lot as Lila

smart little girl. Finnick shared his toys with her and taught her how to play chess. In the meantime, Ms. Benn and I would sit down and drink

about herself. She told me that she could never thank the king enough for what he’d done for her. He’d saved her from her

Before they arrived, she was abused by her “lover”- an alcoholic who wanted to sell her daughter to his creditor. Ms. Benn said she was more than glad when he was killed by a soldier. She thought she was going to be killed as well, but when the soldiers