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."

skips a beat at the low deep

turning and trying to force the door shut with my shoulder.

up his already rolled up sleeves, making my

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

am not

keep myself composed as I back away from the

have fooled me," I whisper. His eyes flash

eyes on. 1 reacted to your burns because I want to know who did that to you." His

I don't believe

about the fact I don't

pauses, his eyes softening slightly. "No, it's

"Get out," I whisper.

at me. "Give

were trying to avoid me. Get out, Atticus. Now." My heart

his gaze dipping to my heaving chest as if hesitating about what