From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344 A Secret

Chapter 344 A Secret

ZARA.

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It was surprisingly busy for a Monday, bodies packed tight under flickering neon light. The crowd should’ve comforted me. Crowds meant it would be harder to be isolated if he found me. That had been the entire point of choosing Moon Harbor, a way to hide in plain sight. And usually that steadied me.

Tonight it didn’t.

I made it three steps into the bar area before the air shifted. My foot stalled mid stride. At first, I thought my anxiety was back. But this felt… different.

Awareness prickled over my skin, every fine hair lifting as something cold slid down my spine.

Someone was watching me.

I scanned the crowded bar slowly, not easily pinpointing where the unease was coming from. And I didn’t fucking like it. I guess it would be just as easy to hide from me in plain sight too.

A blessing and a curse.

I licked my suddenly dry lips as my comfort zone now felt dangerous. I hate that I couldn’t figure out who was watching me. Couldn’t catch the eyes that felt glued to me.

It’s not him. The man that has been chasing me all my life.

No way.

He hadn’t found me. If I stayed careful, he never would. That was the whole reason I picked this place—public, loud, hard to corner someone without witnesses. I’d built my safety out of noise. And I wouldn’t let that change now. Until Antoine found me and took me out to work office hours, but I still come back here from time to time just to feel the buzz of the night again.

And even Eloise and Lex didn’t know this side of me, the side that has a secret. Although, tonight I’m just filling in for a friend who’s pregnant and I might be coming here frequently

too.

“Zara!”

Beth waved from across the bar, and I forced on the smile I’d perfected over years of pretending I was fine in a loveless marriage and headed her way. She looked flustered, short

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dark hair falling into her eyes as she tucked it back. The table she was serving was loud, drunk, entitled. Four men.

One leaned too far out of his chair and pinched her ass before high–fiving his buddy.

My teeth ground together so hard my jaw ached.

Beth’s cheeks flushed like she’d done something wrong, tray pressed tight to her chest like a flimsy shield. When I reached her, their attention shifted to me. The same scumbag who touched her let his gaze drag slowly down my legs before settling on my cleavage like I was the next item on the menu.

Pig.

“Can you grab table seven? They just sat down. And maybe refill the pitcher at the pool tables?”

“I’m on it.” I looped my arm through hers and steered her toward the bar, putting distance between her and that table. “I saw what he did. You should tell Ray. He’d kick them out.”

“No, it’s fine.” She filled a pitcher like this was just another part of the job, even though she looked rattled.

“Are you sure? Or I can take over.”

She shook her head. “I need the tips, Zara.”

She smiled, but it wasn’t convincing.

I knew she needed the money, we both did. Her cheating ex had left her locked into a lease she couldn’t afford alone.

Asshole.

She slid the pitcher toward me. “Just take care of the pool table guys. Please.”

“If they give you more trouble, I’m telling Ray.”

“Zara, don’t. Not tonight.”

I frowned. “Why not?”

“It’s the anniversary. Three years since his brother was killed. Ray doesn’t need the added stress.”

Ray shut the bar down at midnight every year, or so I’ve been told, but I’ve been joining ever

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since then to partake in it.

“Is he still going up to the bluff?”

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“I think so yeah, so please leave the jerks to me tonight? Ray doesn’t need to play my hero.”

“Fine,” I muttered, grabbing the pitcher off the bartop and turning toward the pool tables. But my feet carried me somewhere else. Straight to the asshole who thought he could put his hands on Beth.

The four of them were too busy watching two girls grind on the dance floor to notice me at first. Hungry eyes. Slack jaws. Predators who thought the room belonged to them. I slammed the pitcher down hard enough for beer to slosh over the rim.

That got their attention.

But I paid the rest of the table no mind, zeroing in on the man who would apologize for touching Beth or I’d personally make him regret it.

“Hey, pretty girl,” the ass–grabber said, making kissing sounds at me. He dragged his slimy gaze up my body for the second time this evening. “I’m Daniel. What’s your name?”

I arched a brow. “What am I, a dog?”

Daniel smirked, mistaking my tone for interest. Men like him always did.

Didn’t he realize dogs bite?

Snickers circled the table.

“Wanna be my little bitch?” his friend slurred.

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