Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 415

Chapter 415: 415-Fear Of Clowns Yet He Fought Them For Me

Clementine:

I knew I had to hug her. However, she lunged at me. I did not have a chance to do what I planned.

She pushed me down, and before I could react, my back hit the cold floor.

The next thing I knew, her knees pressed against my ribs and her hands reached for my neck.

The moment her fingers touched my skin, my body shuddered. Her nails dug in, and warmth spread inside me.

I tried to breathe through her tight grasp, but it was hard.

"Clementine!" Ian yelled, and then I heard him growl.

I turned my head to the side and watched him look at me. He had made eye contact with the clowns, and I hated it.

He wanted them to come after him because some of them had started to scratch my legs while my mother sat on top of me, her hands wrapped around my neck.

Ian roared again and pulled one clown back, then another. He forced them away from me.

He kicked and clawed a few, throwing them against the walls and letting his wolf control the situation.

I tried to lift my hands, but I was shaking miserably.

Tears ran down my temples and slid into my hair. The pressure around my throat was so strong that my insides started to burn.

My chest felt heavy. I let out a cough, but it was so weak that I wondered if that was it. I forced a calm smile on my face.

"I know you do not want to kill me," I forced out, my voice cracked and barely audible.

"But I want to tell you something. The confession I wanted to make years ago, I probably had too. But I want to remind you once again. You are the best mother," I uttered, my voice breaking.

"You protected me and my brother. Remember little Joy?" I coughed again, and spit gathered at the corner of my mouth.

Her fingers only tightened around my neck, making me feel like the oxygen was getting knocked out of me.

"Remember you took the beatings from my father for us? I did not forget." My voice shook. "It is okay," I whispered again, and this time I could barely get the words out.

"If you kill me, it will be a kind way if you do not feel guilty for it, Mother. I would die by the hands of someone I love." My tears ran faster, and my lungs ached.

I began to heave. My fingers scratched at her hand without meaning to.

"I am ready, Mother. I only want your peace. I just wish that little Joy is waiting for us. We will reunite with him soon." I coughed and almost gagged.

My eyes started to roll back. However, I noticed her fingers loosen. I began to take short breaths while I fixed my eyes on hers.

The wide smile on her lips started to change. Her fingers no longer pushed into my throat. Her hand stopped.

"Mother." As soon as I said it, the weight on my chest eased, and she pulled back.

I gasped for air and rolled to my side, coughing. My neck pulsed with pain.

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