Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: 391-One Final Plan To Get Rid Of Her

Oriana:

I had not been able to do anything because of the alphas and their scrutinizing eyes always on me.

They watched me as if they were afraid I would once again do something to hurt their perfect little princess.

It was already angering. I knew once she came back, it would be even messier.

I could already tell from the way the old ringleaders wandered into the academy that they were thinking about getting rid of us.

I was worried about what would become of me. I was no longer anyone’s favorite. I was no one’s friend.

Even if there were any chances of survival, the crusaders would stand together, but they would let me die.

So I had to think quickly.

For that reason, I stepped into the red squad’s room to ask for Joshua.

Their squad had been extremely anxious ever since they heard the news that Clementine had been sent to the north.

Everyone was tense. The news reached us a few minutes ago when Ian finally returned to his room.

The way he was grunting and throwing fists at the walls while the others joined him made me realize I needed to get out.

So here I was, watching Joshua come out of the room.

"What is it?" he asked me roughly.

It was around three in the morning, and the breeze was cold, but thankfully the storm had passed.

Or maybe it had not.

"I want to talk with you about your mission," I told him, and he frowned at me.

"The Shadow Earth Eater," I whispered.

The moment I said those words, he grabbed my arm and dragged me away from the door.

"Oh, what about it?" he asked me as he pushed me onto the ground a little farther from him.

"Are you not worried about it? What if they have sent Clementine to go and slay that monster?" I questioned him, and I noticed he finally began to look a little worried.

"I am pretty sure that is not the case," he replied, now looking uneasy at my suggestion.

"Really? Is that how you are going to comfort yourself?" I hissed at him.

He kept staring back at me angrily.

"Even if it is that, then how do you think we will deal with it? It is not like we can go now," he grunted, appearing anxious.

This was the reaction I wanted from him. I wanted him to realize he had been delaying too much, and it seemed like it worked because he was now panicking.

"I mean, she did not do it because, well, she is not back. Is she?" I remarked, and he started to frown, probably thinking about it.

"You think she died?" he asked me, and I shrugged.

"She did not make it to the train. That is the worst," I stated, watching the way he looked away from me.

"Do not tell me you are worried about her," I asked him.

I had seen these men act differently around her, so his sudden reaction confused me.

"No, of course I do not care about her, but I do not think she would be dead. I mean, she is not a bad person though," he muttered as he turned his face away.

I kept watching him in disbelief. These men were so dumb and annoying.

He could fool someone else, but he was not fooling me.

"Nothing. I wanted to remind you anyway," I replied, shrugging.

He watched me with his lips clenched before he nodded.

"As long as it has nothing to do with Suki," he stated.

I gave him a confident head nod because I did not care about her. She was never a competition to begin with.

"Done," I replied.

"Now go and find out from Ian if he knows what mission she was sent to," he demanded, waving his hand at me as he walked off.

Once he stepped away, I released the breath I had been holding.

"I wonder if you will stay honest with your deal," I muttered.

I was not going to sit here and do nothing. If Clementine did not make it to the train, that meant she was either dead, too wounded to reach it, or something else had happened.

I had many theories, and I planned to make sure she never made it back.

I saw someone stand in the distance, gesturing for me to follow her.

"Miss Rue?" I whispered, confused.

Worry rose inside me. What if she had heard me talk about her favorite Clementine?

I stepped forward slowly, unsure if she wanted to speak with me or question me.

Her hand kept waving at me to come closer, and I felt my stomach twist as I walked toward her.