I Am The Luna

Chapter 0507

ADRIANA

My eyes widen involuntarily at his sheer audacity. I didn't think he had it in him, but clearly he can be a real prick too

"Excuse me, what?" I ask, trying to remain nonchalant. Although I feel extremely self-conscious since the moment I had seen him looking at my burns, and the way he looked angry or disgusted or whatever that was just made me feel worse.

"No. Why should I reject you?"

"Maybe because I don't fit your pretty little box of idealism? Or maybe because I am not the kind of luna you ever wanted. I've not been raised like a lady, like the woman you are head over heels for. I'm defective goods, as you've noticed." I hold my arms out in front of me for a moment, allowing him to see them properly.

"Wait a minute, what are you even saying?" Atticus asks with a frown.

I shake my head, stepping back. I don't want to do this, and I wish I didn't just say that, but it's too late, it's already done. But it is the truth. Zaia is the woman who checks all those boxes, but by saying that, did I just make myself sound petty? Probably, but I don't fucking care what he thinks of me. It can't really get worse.

"Just fucking leave." I step back, placing my hand on the door handle, ready to slam it shut in his perfect face. But he reaches out, grabbing the door, stopping me from shutting it.

"I'm not done."

a beat at the low deep tone of his voice, he sounds

shut with my shoulder. It's suddenly forced open, and I

up his already

was considered the rival of the Black Beast, aka Sebastian King. Atticus is part of the Sublime triquetra, he is a goddamn strong alpha and I'm not sure how I'll fare against him. Not when Zade can

I am not

myself composed as I back away

me," I whisper. His eyes flash

have ever laid my eyes on. 1 reacted to your

I don't believe

don't fit the box you

pauses, his eyes softening slightly. "No, it's not what you're

"Get out," I whisper.

down at me. "Give

lost that chance when you were trying to avoid me. Get out, Atticus. Now." My

dipping to my heaving chest as if hesitating about