Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 48

Chapter 48: 48-Accused Of Starting Rumors

Clementine:

"No," I replied, shaking my head and shrugging.

"Oh, really? Well, I was just listening to our ringleaders talk, and something reached my ears—some information. I think she was pregnant by him," she said with a look of sadness on her face.

"Really? I didn’t know." And I could tell she didn’t like that I wasn’t giving her anything.

"You’re Clementine, right?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest, though it felt more playful than confrontational.

"I know you know everything, but it’s okay if you don’t want to tell. I guess I should stop gossiping too. I have such a bad habit of it."

She kept yapping, and I could tell she was a sweet pea. The more she spoke, the more I realized her entire boujee look was just a front. She was as gentle as a flower. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

"By the way, my name is Oriana Winchester. I’m a royal beta’s daughter back in my pack," she said, extending her hand for a handshake.

"Clementine Stark," I said in a soft, steady voice.

"I know you, Clementine. The one who came as an ugly duckling and turned out to be a swan," she said.

My smile started to fade, and I guess she noticed.

"Oops. So sorry," she said, covering her mouth. But I had to admit, I was kind of enjoying talking to her.

"No, it’s all right. You’re pretty much as crazy as I am," I said with a smile to relax her a bit.

"You know what, we can be friends. We don’t have to be enemies just because we’re in different squads," she exclaimed excitedly and I solely agreed with her.

I was glad she understood that we didn’t have to be toxic toward each other. But that’s when Haiden appeared. I had no idea he had overheard the last part of our conversation.

"Make sure you don’t spill your secrets to her. Ask her ex-best friends. She has a habit of spilling secrets and starting rumors," he said in a creepy, judgmental tone as he walked past us, went straight into the room, and slammed the door shut.

The loud crinkle of the biscuit wrapper opening from Yorick turned heads. Even I looked up to stare at him, and he mouthed an apology to everyone before offering Troy a biscuit. I guess he had saved some, or probably stolen them from the celebrations yesterday.

Ian had not spoken much. I even noticed that when Rue was handing out sweets to everyone, he held his in his hand and, once he was getting off the train, tossed it onto the ground.

"Ian, do you want some?" Yorick asked, holding his arm out so Ian could grab a biscuit. However, Ian stayed seated on his bed, head down, fingers clenched together. He only shook his head, no words, no thank you, nothing. Then Yorick moved his hand from left to right, offering the biscuit to me.

"No, thank you," I said softly, even though I didn’t want to speak to either of the two who had played me in the past.

"You know, we should stop thinking about the grudges we held before. The past is the past. We’re in the future now, and we’re crusaders, not some teenagers." As soon as Troy started his lecture on how we should deal with our emotions and treat each other, I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow. But it was someone else’s reaction that caught Yorick and Troy’s attention.

I followed their gaze and saw Ian staring at them with the same expression I had on my face, his head slightly tilted.

"You know, I’m done pretending like this is normal," Ian said quietly, making us all stare at him, then at each other.