The Luna Is Gone (Diana and Nathan) by Angelique Quinn novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159 

Diana’s pov 

“Diana, it’s time to wake up.” 

In a daze, I felt someone shaking my shoulder. 

I struggled to open my eyes and saw William’s enlarged face. 

I sat up abruptly. 

A dull pain in my neck made me gasp. 

After the pain subsided, I saw William sitting across from me on the couch. 

I looked around and realized this wasn’t William’s office; it was a completely unfamiliar room. 

“Where am I?” I asked cautiously, 

William picked up the coffee on the table in front of him, took a sip, and casually replied, “The dungeon.” 

I stared at him in disbelief, my mind filled with confusion. 

I was clearly in an extremely luxurious and comfortable bedroom, with even the carpet beneath my feet being soft sheepskin. How could it possibly be related to a dungeon? 

William set down his cup and gave me a casual glance. 

Then, he lightly tapped the floor with his toe. 

Before I could understand the meaning of his action, a horrifying scream pierced my ears. 

I stared at him in disbelief, my mind filled with confusion. 

I was clearly in an extremely luxurious and comfortable bedroom, with even the carpet beneath my feet being soft sheepskin. How could it possibly be related to a dungeon? 

William set down his cup and gave me a casual glance. 

Then, he lightly tapped the floor with his toe. 

Before I could understand the meaning of his action, a horrifying scream pierced my ears. 

I froze. 

“I mean the dungeon is downstairs,” William chuckled. 

He crossed his legs, leaning back comfortably on the couch. 

“Usually, those who betray me or make me unhappy end up here for some ‘re–education.‘ The results are always very effective.” 

My breath caught, and cold sweat broke out. 

“You intend to torture me?” I asked. 

William remained silent, but his eyes gleamed dangerously. 

“You should know, I’m…” 

“You’re the Princess of the Blade Moon Pack, Alpha Marc’s sister. Are you thinking of telling me that?” William chuckled. 

I clenched my fists. 

William seemed pleased with my reaction, a slight smirk playing on his lips. 

“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I won’t torture you. Apart from your identity, you’ve always been my most cherished treasure. Besides, I still need you to help me develop the antidote. How could I bear to leave scars or any other dreadful marks on you?” 

“Then why did you tie me up here?” I shouted angrily. 

“Shh,” William raised a finger to his lips. “Don’t be so angry, Diana. What if you stay angry like this?” A chill ran down my spine. 

I stared at William in disbelief. 

“What do you mean?” 

William gestured to his side, and the bodyguard left the bedroom. 

The room fell silent, the screams from below becoming more pronounced. 

Yet, William’s face showed enjoyment. 

He closed his eyes, leaning back on the sofa, his fingers tapping his knee rhythmically, as if listening to a wonderful symphony. 

I shuddered. 

At that moment, William broke the silence. 

His voice was chilling. 

“Isn’t it coincidental that I just caught a traitor today and threw them into the dungeon?” 

I looked up suddenly. 

William continued, “I told them to use all the available torture on that traitor, without caring whether they live or die. So far…” 

William finally opened his eyes. 

He glanced at his watch leisurely and said, “It’s been nearly eight hours.” 

Eight… hours. 

My heart trembled violently. 

William smirked. 

“Let’s take a guess,” he looked at me with interest, “Guess whether the traitor is dead or not. I guess they’re dead. What do you think? 

I couldn’t speak. 

It felt like a hard stone was stuck in my throat, making it hard to breathe. 

Cold sweat dripped down my cheeks, and I trembled all over. 

I dared not guess… I didn’t even dare to think who the traitor might be 

William won’t have brought me here for no reason unless the traitor was Knock, knock, knock! 

A knocking sound suddenly interrupted my thoughts 

William cleared his throat and said, “Come in.” 

Several bodyguards entered carrying a sandbag. 

Werewolves have a keen sense of smell. 

Almost as soon as they entered, I smelled a strong smell of blood. 

The smell rushed into my nostrils, stimulating my nerves and making my scalp tingle. 

William raised an eyebrow. 

“Where’s the person 1 asked you to bring?” 

“Here,” one of the bodyguards pointed at the sandbag, “The guys were eager to punch something, so they put him in a sandbag and used it for practice.” 

“Is he alive?” William asked indifferently. 

The bodyguard chuckled without pity, “We can’t confirm that. Didn’t you say it doesn’t matter whether they live or die? So… 

“No problem,” William waved his hand, “Not knowing is more interesting.” 

William turned to look at me. 

“Diana, I still stick to my guess. I guess he’s dead. What about you? 

1 clenched my teeth, gripped my fists, my heart trembling uncontrollably. 

No need to speak,” William smiled, “We’ll find out when we open it.‘ 

He glanced at the bodyguard. 

The bodyguard immediately bent down to untie the sandbag. 

A bloody face appeared in my sight. 

In an instant, I froze in place. 

“Look at me. Getting old, memory’s not good. I forgot to tell you who this traitor is.” 

William lifted his foot and lightly nudged the man lying on the ground. 

“Come on, Ryley, say hello to your masters.” 

At the sound of that name, my heart spasmed violently. 

As if my soul, floating in mid–air, suddenly crashed back into my body, intense discomfort and pain spread from my chest in all directions. 

Ryley… 

It really is Ryley…. 

I saw one of William’s men squatting down. 

He reached out to feel Ryley’s breath, sneered coldly, and showed a look of disgust. 

“Mr. William, this guy has breathed his last.” 

William lowered his head, sounding regretful. 

“That’s a pity, I went to great lengths to bring your new master here. She hasn’t had a chance to talk to