My Alpha Wants Two Lunas I'm Done novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116 He’s Here

Laila’s POV:

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I hadn’t planned to listen, but Pearl looked so excited that I didn’t cut her off.

“You know what? They’re saying Holt ran away from home!”

“What?” I blinked, not quite understanding what she meant.

Pearl explained, “They saw him storm out of the den furiously without looking back.

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“Then someone spotted him at a hotel. What a joke. Does he think staying in a hotel will stop people from talking? Keep dreaming.

“With everything his family has done, the whole kingdom hates them.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

I nodded and didn’t say anything else.

Holt would pay for his betrayal.

As for Maris, she might have five years of protection, but the torment she suffered every full moon was already punishment enough.

I just hoped she stayed alive long enough for me to take my revenge.

Rowan’s medicine did help. After soaking in the bath, a warm feeling spread through my body.

Before going to bed, I drank a bowl of calming herbal soup. Rowan made it by hand, simmering lavender, valerian root, and other relaxing herbs to help me rest.

Aside from the two days I passed out cold after returning from the Vagen front, I hadn’t been sleeping well. The tiredness faded, but I stayed awake all night. And whenever I managed to fall asleep, nightmares grabbed me tight.

My father, my brothers, my mother, my relatives. The faces that once felt so real always turned into bloody ghosts standing right in front of me.

Every time I jolted awake, I couldn’t fall back asleep.

It was my den, and it was also where my mother and the others were killed.”

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Chapter 116 He’s Here

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Sometimes, I hated how clear my memory was. Even now, I could picture exactly where each of them fell, where their blood splashed on the walls-even though those walls had been painted over.

“Ms. Conlay, the medicine is too bitter. Here, have something sweet.”

Pearl held out a honey-glazed berry. I opened my mouth and let it dissolve on my tongue, the sweet and sour flavor spreading slowly.

When I was a kid, I couldn’t stand bitter medicine. I’d swallow it fast, make a face, then jump into my mother’s arms and beg for coddling.

Back then, my parents and brothers would gather around, worried and gentle as they comforted me.

Now, I wasn’t afraid anymore.

And there was no one left for me to run to and act spoiled around.

As I drifted off in thought, the sweetness disappeared. All that stayed was the bitterness of the herbs and a faint sour taste, just like the emotions rising in my chest without warning.

But I’d learned to push those feelings down and hide them.

The people around me watched closely. If they saw even a hint of sadness in my eyes or caught me zoning out, they would feel heartbroken.

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