I Am The Luna

Chapter 0015
“The name of the Alpha family of Dark Hollow Falls Pack. A name that not only the world recognises us by, but a name that is
associated with our reputation, our
traditions and our ethics...”
There’s a dangerous edge to his voice. His back is still to me, yet the dark energy that swirls around him is obvious proof of the
anger he is trying to contain. “Did you think you could defy me and cast aside the very condition you are holding the Alpha
position upon?
He now turns, his eyes ice cold as he glares at me.
“Zaia and I were not compatible,” I lie, my face unreadable as I look him dead in the eye. “As for this pack, in the three years that
I have taken over, I have expanded this pack, its borders, and the business. You can’t deny that I am a good Alpha, Father.”
He looks up sharply. “Do you dare question me?”
I frown, “I am only trying to say that by divorcing Zaia, it does not make me a bad Alpha,” I reply quietly, balling my hands into
fists.
He looks away as if disgusted by me. “Time will tell, but as long as I am alive, my rules and laws will apply. You may be the
Alpha, but as long as I am alive, my word
is law.”
Dad’s words are fresh on my mind as I ignore the fifteenth call from Annalise. I told her I’ll drop by when I have a moment, but
right now I feel like everything is spiralling out of control.
I clench the steering wheel tightly, pressing my foot down on the accelerator, my eyes flashing with irritation as I cruise down the
road, dangerously fast.
I’m the Alpha. I’m not a fucking kid anymore, yet he doesn’t see that, always acting
a
like I’m not good enough... as if I’m not capable of making my own decisions. 4)

Despite everything I do, no matter how many times I prove myself, it’s never enough.
+15 BONUS
The phone rings again and I clench my jaw, slamming my hand onto the steering wheel as I hit the brakes hard. The horn blares
as the car skids, the screech of the tyres and the smell of burnt rubber fill my nose before it comes to a grating stop.
“What?” I answer, snatching up my phone. (2)
Annalise’s sobs. “Sebastian, I’m scared. What if something happens to me again? Just
just like the first time.”
I freeze, my anger diminishing as her words echo in my mind.
Despite the proof that points at Zaia being the one to get rid of Annalise the first time. I don’t think it’s something she’s capable of
alone... What if she had help from Dad? (12)
Feeling uneasy, I quickly start the car up.
“I’m coming, Annalise.”
Although her crying irritates me, the least I can do is treat her right. Plus, the trauma of what she’s suffered for the last three
years in imprisonment must be adding to her anxiety. 2
I drive towards her flat, mulling over the situation.
Despite Annalise’s past, the more time I spend around her, something does feel off.
For someone who has been kept captive for three years, she doesn’t seem to have
any signs of post–traumatic stress. Almost as if it did not phase her at all. 25
I park up outside the flat where Ethan had told me she is staying and I get out, making my way to her second–floor flat.
The door is pulled open before I even knock and Annalise flings her arms around
my neck, sobbing.

Hesitantly, I pat her back, feeling guilty as I step inside and close the door behind me.
“Calm down, Annalise,” I say quietly. “I’m only here for a short while. Look, I have to
return home. You know how my father is-”