The Twin Alphas Warrior Luna by RYN

Warrior 225

Chapter 225

RYN

When I opened my eyes again, it was late in the evening, and this time I was alone in bed.

Getting out, I showered and changed into a pair of jeans and a t–shirt before stepping out of the bathroom.

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Again, my eyes drifted back to the cupboard and when the same thirst returned, I quickly crossed the room and left.

As soon as I did that, a familiar scent wafted through my nostrils, guiding my steps from the hallway all the way to the main staircase. As soon as I reached the banister, I saw Theon and my mother, standing in discussion with Miro and Dominic.

I sighed in relief as I ran down the stairs.

The conversation halted, and Miro left their midst to come closer to the staircase. As soon as I got down, I leapt into his arms, and he raised me off the floor, holding me tight.

“I missed you.” I murmured into his neck, inhaling his scent, and he lowered me down, kissing my forehead.

“I missed you too, baby.” He smiled.

“Is everything under control?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Everything is fine now. Enforcers are in place and since everyone knows you’re not even in the kingdom, no one has misbehaved.”

I looked away, nodding in understanding, then I felt regret overwhelm me. Frowning, I raised my eyes to see Miro’s defeated looking ones. “What’s wrong?”

“I just want to say I am sorry for letting you down. If I had introduced you sooner as my Luna, what happened yesterday might not have happened.”

“I doubt that.” Theon chimed in and we both turned to him. “Greed will make even the best of men a sinner. I doubt people would have cared if Ryn was a Luna or not. I mean, for that price listed, they’d probably sell out their Alpha.”

I saw sense in Theon’s words. The bounty was just too ridiculously huge for someone like me. It was almost as if the rest of the Elite families were scared of me.

Is that it? Fear? Rage? Revenge?

rubbed my temple, feeling that thirst overwhelm

I got in return made my heart squeeze. My knees turned to jelly, so I reached for

hand on my thigh and squeezed softly, but I was barely here. I was already plotting how I’d leave the North

be the one thing that pushes me over the edge.

conscience.

I gave them a small smile and afterwards we had dinner, of which I ate very little off. Before anyone else finished their meal, I excused myself and went

I want to forget.

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to feel this pain. This regret. These

at the

one, I read the label and glanced

special kind of wine that had a high alcoholic content that could match a werewolf’s fast metabolism. Meaning drinking this

I just need something that can help me stop thinking. Everyone drinks wine, right?

cork and since I couldn’t find a glass cup, I put the bottle to my mouth and took a sip. After realizing it tasted sweet, I guzzled half the

effect was instant, sending

smile crept to my lips, as my thoughts scattered like birds. None making

Afterwards, I put the bottle back, and the moment I did that, the

muttered, before

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my weight on the cupboard, I managed to get to my feet, then I used other things as support till I reached the

came and my nerves got worse than

the West to find the little girl while Dominic and El collaborated with them from their base. When Miro came the first time, he had brought a shirt belonging to the child and my mother had been working with mutants,

and forth in my room, running a hand through my hair for the thousandth

something. I should be helping yet the voices in my head, every time the alcohol leaves my system, they get loud and intense, increasing my sense of worthlessness and regret. I took another swig

the Elite families and

I’ll be able to save everyone from the stress of having to deal with my drama. But I don’t have a phoneet. I need one, then I’ll find the Cresswell number and reach out to

back the bottle and left the

was okay, so I maintained a good pace as I went

staring at huge monitor screens as they assessed traffic cams and places.

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dozens of military personnel, each focused on their own