The Luna’s Choice by Kat Silver

Chapter 128: Ayla

A huge rumble echoed through the room, bouncing off the high ceilings, making the walls shake. Harry stopped what he was doing and looked toward the sound. His shoulders instantly became tense and his face contorted into a curious scowl.

“Bare with me, my love,” he said absently to me. “We may have a visitor.”

My heart skipped.

Theo

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Harry snapped. “There’s no way he could have found you. It’s probably some rogue poking around where they shouldn’t be.”

He disappeared into the darkness, the sound of the door closing the only indication he was gone. I waited a moment before pulling at the ring again, trying to work it out of the wood.

“Ayla,” Kylee said to me. “I’m sorry.”

I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with her apologies. It’s not like they meant anything anyway.

I closed my eyes, pushing passed the headache that had formed.

That was harsh.

And even though she deserved it, I didn’t. I couldn’t carry that pain with me from here.

If we got out of here.

well have faced it

know I’m a horrible, selfish person or for trying to steal my fated

he was your fated

“For trying to steal someone’s fated mate. Because you sure as hell knew he wasn’t yours. Are you sorry

everything,” she said. “I really did love him, Ayla. I still

one person who was supposed to be mine? Like I’m supposed just let you have him. News flash, Kylee, I already did that, and look what that got me.

you fed and a roof over your head. I kept you from seeing Ma passed out drunk in a pile of

much that one. Seeing as Ma never would have let them touch you. Oh, but me? Me, she wouldn’t

weakly. She sat herself up slowly. “How could you

leading those assholes right to our doorstep. And you kept making ME talk them out of it. Face it, Ma, I was your meal ticket and get–out–of–jail–free

whispered

leaned back against the post, giving my

far,” Ma said. “I knew you would never let them take

fuck could you have known that, Ma?”

Ayla,” Ma explained. “You know that. Kylee needed me more. Your father always made

me being different and you thought that meant I could take on fully grown werewolves with no

“But you did…”

Because you were still my mother. And because I needed to make sure Kylee was taken care of. You

focusing on the cold floor against my skin, the rough wood splintering along my back, the coarse rope digging into my flesh. Anything but the two people who betrayed

my head. I nearly sobbed.

image came

was a memory.