From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 295

Chapter 295 Flashback

Chapter 295 Flashback

ELOISE.

+20 Free Coins

Damon and I lay in our bed. Talking about several things that we went through while growing up. And how we survived them. I’ve been having these dreams lately and I figured out that he would soon ask me about it which I didn’t want him to. And I was

nervous.

As if he could feel it, he slid his hand across my belly and held it there, rubbing small circles along my stomach.

“My turn,” Damon’s voice is like a lullaby, causing me to sink further into his embrace. “Tell me why you were still a virgin.”

The question rips apart the wall of calm I was starting to build. “That is so sudden,” I said in a shaky voice.

“I know, I’ve just always been wondering because you’re so beautiful ma, and I understand that the circumstances might not have allowed you at the rogue camp, but what about when you came back?” he asked. The circles he was making on my stomach never stopped.

“It just… never happened.”

I

“There’s more.” He says it confidently. “You didn’t hold onto it all this time for no reason. And I want to know what that reason is.”

“You’re right,” I whisper.

My eyes close.

And I let myself remember.

The newspaper crinkles under my grip

hile I read and walk.

If they’re gonna keep cutting my hours, I’m going to need to find a new job.

Running my finger across a help-wanted ad for one of the big bakeries in town, I remind myself that I have my diploma in my bedroom nightstand, and in two days I’ll be eighteen. Meaning I’ll be able to start working full-time.

And with the cash I’ve hidden away in my old textbooks, it won’t be long before I can move out.

(*

And hopefully far, far away.

I don’t bother pulling my keys out of my purse as I walk up the short driveway and past Orlando’s car. He never locks the door. Which I hate. But I always hold out hope that someone will break in someday, and they’ll kill Orlando before stealing the TV that he’s no doubt sprawled in front of.

Tipping my head down to avoid confrontation, I open the front door and step inside. But there’s no one in the living room.

Crossing my fingers that i can make it to my room without being seen, I sneak toward the stairs leading to the second floor

I’m halfway up the flight when I hear the voices.

“Can I do it in here?” A voice I recognize as Richard’s, one of Orlando’s friends, asks.

1/3

2:56 pm G PPP.

Chapter 295 Flashback

“In her room?” Orlando questions. “You like the frilly comforter and shit?”

Frilly comforter?

Are they in my room?

1 freeze in place.

Why would they be in my room?

“Yeah” Richard laughs. “It really gives off that virgin vibe.”

Nausea crawls up my throat.

Why are they talking about virgins? In my room?

+20 Free Coins

“Look, you’re paying for her first time, but if you want to do it here, that’s another hundred. And you’ll have to do it when my old lady is at work. She won’t say shit to me once I show her the money, but she might throw a fit if I tell her beforehand.”

“Deal.” I hear a jostling sound of slapping hands. “Six hundred and I get the first go at plucking that teenage pussy.”

Orlando laughs at his friend. “Not ’til this weekend. In case she tries to go crying to someone about this, I don’t want issues with statutory rape or any of that shit. Once she’s eighteen, it’s just a he-said-she-said. And with the reputation her supposed mum has, no one is gonna believe her.”

My body recoils, and my foot slips off the step.

I let go of the newspaper with one hand to grip the banister.

The railing shakes, but holds. Moving as quickly as my shaking legs will go, I back down the steps and run to the front door.

Their voices are growing behind me, and I know I have to get out of sight. If they see me now, and find out that I heard… What they said Chest heaving, I turn the door handle as slow as I dare, to keep it quiet, then pull the door open.

One foot outside.

The voices are louder.

Second foot outside.

I can hear their footsteps.

I’m pulling the door shut, and I see their feet on the stairs.

My whole body freezes.

I can’t shut the door while they can see it. If I close it and run, I’m as good as dead–no money. No clothes. And even though it’s not what I want to do, I know what I have to do.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify