I Am The Luna

Chapter 0250

SEBASTIAN.

Every day that passes is excruciating. From the moment I left her, turning my back on her, I have been unable to sleep knowing that I betrayed her once again.

How does one recover from such pain?

I know this time I won’t have another chance because no one deserves more than a

second…

I’ve not only broken her trust, but I’ve also shattered it beyond repair.

But despite it all, I know I’ve made the right decision and don’t regret it.

Being on the outside makes me realise that there is more danger around Zaia, and I

will find a way to let Valerie know.

There is someone extremely close to us who is watching everything. I myself have

seen the footage of secret cameras within the pack seeing Zaia channel her pain

into hatred and rage.

It’s chilling to know that there were always cameras all over my pack grounds

without my knowledge… someone who has been able to put those cameras

everywhere without being caught.

makes it obvious there’s a traitor amongst them, one who

What irks me is there’s a camera inside my safe house.

a select few have entered….but something that means the enemy is

close to us.

Jai, Justin and Atticus… I know

that I am not trusting even

living is hard and trying to focus

to

them, but who can I

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was the one who put the

the very beginning. There are

recorders.

team made some smart choices but with the Sable knowing everything, how is she to get a win if they already know

every access to the pack before I left. When Gerard questioned it, I told him Zaia must have pushed me out. They had wanted me to access the CCTV from within the pack,

useless.

who can now access everything in

of the pack.

was a smart move and one that pissed Gerard

that fucking hurt knowing I’m the reason that

to

and although I know that the impact of my actions upon

she’s a fighter and

The dark voice inside of

surfaces once more..

anything happens to

whilst we head back… not

Zade, Zaia’s twin, who I detest, says as he

up at him, snapping out of my reverie and catch it. “And why would he want