I Am The Luna

Chapter 0443

“I-”

I shut the door behind me, not wanting to hear anything else.

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It’s late in the evening and this day has been as long as a fucking thousand days. I’d rather

spend another five years in prison than another day with this lot.

Atticus has still not managed to get the full database of those chipped and was making the necessary calls, but it would take time. As predicted, the humans weren’t exactly cooperating. Meaning we’re stuck here much longer than I anticipated.

Valerie and Zaia had gone shopping in the end, citing the need for clothes. I stayed out of

sight, keeping an ear on Ada and Adriana from my own room.

Something about Atticus really seems off. Does he know Adriana from somewhere? Is he possibly avoiding her? Why, though? Did he run into her in that battle? But she almost died in the tunnels. It can’t be that… she didn’t even make it out to face the Sublime…

Valerie is currently getting ready for dinner and taking a long time. Not that I mind. I’m in no rush to see the Alpha assholes again.

“Just in time for dinner and I’m done,” Valerie says, opening the door to the bathroom and I look up from where I am working on Adriana’s laptop, to see her wearing a black fitted bandage dress.

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freeze, not expecting her to look this… Fuck, does she

on view and those tiny straps feel like they are about to snap or

curve.

feet, she’s wearing a pair of sexy heels and her lower legs shimmer with some kind of

oil.

bed as I walk over to her, wanting to tie her up and fuck her right here. “If that dress was even a tad fucking shorter, I’d have you stuck in this room, bent over, legs

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my thumb

sexy…” she whispers, running her hands up my

Fucking tease.

and turning her back to me. She gasps, parting

“Fuck…”

along her neck as I force her hands lower so

smooth skin, my eyes dipping to her rising and falling chest as she

yank her dress up around her waist and push her against the wall. “Hands on the wall and legs

a

ass out as she wriggles it like a good little whore. She doesn’t argue, the scent of her arousal

you.”

only making her moan as I crouch down behind her, tilting my head back and looking at her tiny thong. Without moving it, I run my tongue along her pussy over the satin fabric, making her

“Fuck, oh goddess…”