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.

assault of the harsh glow

door to the morgue creaked open, and there,

wasn’t

jolted through me, mirrored in

smiles of relief across our faces as if we hadn’t just been caught trying to

“Richard.”

“Grandpa!”

We never believed it, so we came to

legs

his eyes colder than ice. With a sharp motion, he slapped our hands aw

from his

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Chapter 367–He’s Alive

my death, I’d never have known you two were

+8 PHoriz

Park. Even if you were weak, I thought I’d never wrong you. I thought I treated you with nothing but kindness. But all I’ve received from you is betrayal. The worst kind

no, it’s Rosaline! It’s all because of her… My voice cracked as I lunged forward,

Richard’s gaze met mine, coll and unyielding–like a dagger poised to strike He didn’t see me as family. He saw me as a threat.

My legs gave way beneath me, and collapsed to the floor, the weight of everything crashing down. I

in an instant. She

set for us. They’d been waiting, biding their time, knowing

was

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

Rosaline’s POV:

to shift the blame to

over, a smirk curling on my

calm, almost amused, “you’re really still trying to make me the villain? Tell me. did I force you to poison the Alpha? Did