Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 483

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Chapter 483

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Chapter 483

Something flashes in his gaze, something that seems to clear up some of the confusion in his eyes. This scenery. Was it outside the museum?”

I nod, “Yeah. So you did get that.”

“Not from you, but from Audrey.” He hisses. “She must have started taking our letters then.”

The dots connect, and he finally starts making sense. She was taking my letters, copying them, and stashing them away so he never got my letters.

“But I still received some letters from you,” he frowns. “She must have forged your handwriting and copied your tone. Because I could have sworn those letters.”

“I’ve never seen anyone so dedicated towards breaking people up.” I shake my head, more disappointed and confused than I am hurt now. “And why?”

“Sera said something about you calling her disgusting when you were six.”

“What?” I frown. She’s been tormenting me for more than half of my life because of something I did when I was six years old? I could barely tie my shoe for fucks sake. Audrey’s insanity is beyond clinical. There’s nothing in research studies that can even begin to justify her evil. “King, I barely remember anything from that age. If I said it then she must have been eating her boogers or something.”

“I know you’re sick of the word sorry, but I am.” His face falls. “She created this narrative of you bullying her-”

“And you believed her?” My gaze narrows. “The same girl who chewed fifteen packs of gum just so she could stick it in my hair during recess. That’s who you all thought I bullied?”

“She had pictures,” he says. “She would send those with her letters sometimes, claiming she was smiling through it and that one day you’d both grow up and be close friends.”

“That wasn’t me!” I choke. “She was messing with the school bully and-”

“I know,” he nods. “Seraphine explained everything. She lied, and somehow convinced more than half your school to lie for her.”

I am not surprised people were supporting her behind my pack when they did it to my face too. Audrey was very popular and liked, she had this fake sweetness that everyone seemed to get drunk on, but the moment she and her minions were alone-mostly with me, the gates of hell opened, and I was always at the centre of it. “Prom queen, they’d do anything for her,” I tell him. “They also started those drug addict rumours about me.” 1