Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515: 515-The Generation Of Creators

Yorick:

Things have escalated to new extremes, to the point where I never thought the outcome would be this bad. Now Joshua was running into my mansion, demanding to know about his lost love.

When he called and asked for Oriana and mentioned her as Suki, I realized she had never lied. She had been telling the truth. It was actually Suki in her body.

It made sense. How could I have been so close to the monsters my parents were creating and not realize she had been summoned? Suki had been summoned into Oriana’s body by the shadow earth eater.

But more important than any of that was Joshua’s rage.

Flashback.

"What did you do to Rocco?" I demanded, staring at my mother.

I curled into my bed and pulled the covers over myself.

"You have seen those pictures we get from the headmaster’s grandfather, right?" my mother asked, reminding me of something I never wanted to be part of.

They had dragged me into this life, forcing me to learn things I did not want to know.

"Well, we picked a monster from one of those pictures and created it. Do not worry. He will be happy in the North," my mother continued, watching me as I squeezed my eyes shut and began to cry.

"Why do you and Daddy create monsters? Stop it. Please just stop it," I screamed, hating myself and hating my parents at that moment.

End of flashback.

What they did to Rocco continued. This was exactly what happened to my brother.

They had first injected him to make him powerful, but it turned him into a monster. Now they were suffering.

That was the truth they refused to admit. It was all their fault.

They were the ones. Generation after generation, my mother’s family, even her grandparents, had done this.

They created twisted monsters. My mother inherited that cruelty and pulled my father into it.

It was not as if he resisted. He was deeply involved.

I rushed inside, chasing Joshua as he lunged at my brother. My brother had drunk so much blood and eaten so much flesh in the last half hour that he had grown enormous.

That was the problem. His appetite kept increasing, which meant my mother would never know whether he was eating because he accepted the sacrifice or because he was simply hungry and trying to grow.

He was touching the ceiling now.

As Joshua charged at him, my brother swung his arm and hurled him against the window, nearly sending him to his death. Not because the fall was fatal, but because Joshua refused to let go.

He clung to the wooden frame and launched himself at Charles again. The wood could not harm my brother anymore.

My brother seized Joshua by the hair and flung him onto the ground again.

This time, I sprang at my brother and slashed his stomach. He glared at me, grunted, then back-slammed me onto the bed.

Joshua snatched the largest shard of glass from the floor and drove it into my brother. The glass pierced him, but it did not draw much blood.

My brother had turned into a skeletal monster. He was thin, his ribs sharply formed, his skin burned.

He looked ancient, a thin white beard hanging down his neck, but he was terrifying when he growled and howled.

My mother had run out of the room. My father lay unconscious beside the bathroom door.

Joshua was still trying to kill the one who had killed his lover.

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