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?

would it be better to keep them hidden completely?

the map back up and stared over at the beds on the other side of the chamber. Erika and Finnick were fast 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

keep this to myself for as long as necessary.

1 might be able 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 the patients infected with Black Marks would

for Helene to hide herself if she hadn’t yet selected a location to run away to ht wat right on the border, tucked away far from where anyone could castly had her. It

ones wore likely the ones who had not yet been infected by Raven’s poisonous

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Ms. Benn to delives at hoping that the 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

Benn that Helene was unable to meet anyone now, but if I had important things to speak to her about, I could come tomorrow. He would send a maid to pick me up tomorrow afternoon and we could meet in the glass

baffled and

she’d looked radiant, and

just paranoia talking. I wondered if Ronald was involved. Had he found anything suspicious? Or

way, I needed to

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 had gotten better. The housekeeper had even started bringing Lila to my chambers to

and taught her how to play chess. In the meantime, Ms. Benn and I would sit down and drink tea. Though

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 bitter life. Though she hadn’t elaborated, I gathered that she had come from

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