Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

Chapter 367 He’s Alive

43 Peoria

“Queenie, what are you talking about? Aunt Eleanor sank to the floor, her eyes wide with shock, confusion and fear swirling across her lace

1 snorted, turning quickly to help her to her feet. Aunt Heanor, don’t be afraid. This person isn’t Grandpa. It’s just someone playing a cruel game. Someone preteering to be him”

“What?” Her voice wavered, caught in the grip of panic

I sneered, my eyes narrowing as I glared at the figure lying on the cot. “So, you’ve been caught. Drop the act. Who the hell are you? What’s your angle here?”

A low chuckle echoed from the figure, soft and mocking. “Aw, I thought I could have more fun.”

The voice, once rough and frail, suddenly shifted-high–pitched, sweet, and all too familiar.

It hit me like a slap to the face.

Rosaline.

In one smooth movement, Mr. Richard‘ sprang from the cot, tearing off the white cloth like it was nothing more than a mask.

Beneath it was no old Alpha, but Rosaline’s cold, smirking face.

The fury inside me flared. My hands trembled with rage. “Rosaline! You conniving little Omega bitch! You really thought you could fool me?”

“Rosaline?” Aunt Eleanor whispered, her voice cracking. “But… but they took you away! The police

The morgue, once drowned in darkness, was suddenly Dooded with blinding light.

Eleanor and I squinted against the assault of the harsh glow searing into

morgue creaked open, and there, pushing Richard in a wheelchair, was Caden.

wasn’t dead!!!

locked eyes, and panic jolted through me,

forward, plastering fake smiles of relief across our faces as

“Richard.”

“Grandpa!”

thick with forced emotion. “We knew you’d be alright. We never believed it, so we came to check.

legs

colder than ice. With a sharp motion, he

from his

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Chapter 367–He’s Alive

I’d never have known you two were the ones poisoning me all

+8 PHoriz

the Eclipse Park. Even if you were weak, I thought I’d

her… My voice cracked as I lunged forward, trying to shield Grandpa’s legs, desperate to make him understand.

poised to strike He didn’t see me

legs gave way beneath me, and collapsed to the floor, the

her strength gone in an instant. She couldn’t even find

like this. Never saw the top Rosaline and Caden had set for us. They’d been

was over. There was no coming

had just condemned ourselves. The truth was out. We were the murderers.

Rosaline’s POV:

watching Queenie flail, trying to shift the blame to me. It was

I walked over, a smirk

my voice calm, almost amused, “you’re really still trying to make me the villain? Tell me. did I force you to poison the Alpha? Did I stand behind you, knife in hand, making you and Eleanor steal his