The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story novel Chapter 251

Chapter 0251 

Whatever Jane had said to Nicholas must have been something horrific. 

“I’m okay, and Elva’s okay,” I said, hoping to soothe him and his prowling wolf. “If the worst she’s done is tarnish my reputation, then we can recover from that.” 

A storm raged in Nicholas’s eyes, the green flashing against the gold. 

“She threatened you,” he said and it came out a growl. 

“That’s nothing new.” 

“What she said… cannot be allowed…” 

“Whatever she said is just words. I’m here and I’m safe. She can’t touch me while I’m beside you.” 1 

That, at last, finally seemed to bring him some measure of comfort. He breathed in deeply, held it, then released. Some of the tension bled away from his shoulders. He closed his eyes, and when he 

opened them again, they were clearer. 

Slowly, I lowered my hand away from his chest. 

“I need to speak with the benefactors Jane insulted. If I apologize, then maybe…” 

and 

“I don’t think that will work,” Nicholas said. “Their pride won’t allow them to accept your apologize. At 

least, not this soon.” 

“But I can’t just sit around and do nothing. I have to repair what she’s done.” 1 

“Even with me beside you, they will refuse to speak to you. The things she said to Mrs. Marble -” 

“Mrs. Marble? The ultra–rich lady?” 

Nicholas nodded, expression grim. 

This past week, all the girls had been talking about the wealthiest of the benefactors, Mrs. Marble. 

Everyone had her in their sights, déciding that whoever won her support, won the whole thing. I had never 

heard of her before, never cared to, but now I understood her influence. 

To insult her was to insult the whole of the nobility. The only thing worse would have been to insult the 

Queen herself. 1 

Blood drained from my face. “She didn’t talk to the royal family…?” 

“No,” Nicholas said, and as bad as things were, that was at least somewhat of a relief. 

I spoke with Nicholas a minute more, trying to come up with some kind of plan to improve my situation. As it was, we were coming up short. Everyone – the benefactors, the candidates, and the guests – glared 

at me as they past. 

The camera crews, however, were all too interested in capturing my every expression. The producers 

meanwhile shouted out questions. 

“Prince Nicholas! Did you and Piper make up?” 

I glanced at Nicholas. “We were fighting?” 

He nodded. “I had a few terse words for Jane. Before Terry intervened. Then I had to let her go.” 

Ten minutes later, Nathan claimed everyone’s attention. He stood beside the King and Queen on the lifted thrones at the middle edge of the room. He held a few papers in his hands.