Juno’s Poy
As I made my way to her quarters, I stopped to speak with the household manager. ‘Please arrange breakfast in the main dining rooms tomorrow? instructed. “We’ll all be dining together. With Alpha Elton.”
‘Yes, Luna,” the manager replied with a bow.
Reaching Amelia’s door, I took a deep breath before knocking firmly.
“Who is it?” Amelia called from inside, her voice strained.
“It’s Juno,” I replied.
“Come in,” she said immediately.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside, then froze at the sight that greeted me.
Amelia was a mess. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes red and puffy. On the table beside her sat a bottle of Cocktail, and she held a glass of it in her trembling hand.
I rushed forward and snatched the glass away. “What the hell are you doing?” I demanded, my heart racing with fear. I have drunk this alcohol before and know how powerful it is.
“I’m scared,” she whispered, tears welling in her eyes. ‘I don’t know what to do.”
She paced back and forth, wringing her hands, looking more distraught than I’d ever seen her.
I felt a flash of annoyance. I’d been threatened, poisoned, and nearly killed multiple times, yet I hadn’t fallen apart like this. But I pushed the feeling aside.
“What’s going on?” I asked, setting the glass down far from her reach.
Wordlessly, she handed me her phone. I looked at the screen, not sure what I was supposed to be seeing.
“Your inbox?” I asked, confused.
“Look at the latest email,” she said, her voice trembling. “The sender.”
I scrolled down slightly until I saw it: an email from “Helena Holbrooke.”
“Who would do something this sick?” I asked, disgusted that someone would use a dead woman’s name. “What kind of joke is this?”
Open it, Amelia urged, her eyes wide with fear.
I tapped on the email. It was brief and chilling:
“Treason never goes unpunished.”
Below the text was a GIF of an evil smile.
I didn’t need to guess what “treason they were referring to. The anonymous letter about Amelia’s involvement in Nathanael’s death…
“It’s going to be okay,” I said, trying to sound reassuring. “We destroyed the evidence. That letter is gone. You need to calm down.”
She shook her head frantically. “I can’t. I’m terrified.
I put my arms around her. “Listen to me. This is probably just someone playing a cruel prank. They’re trying to scare you.”
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even as I said it. I knew it probably wasn’t true. We hadn’t seen Helena’s computer among the Items we’d destroyed. And fielen had been i he’d likely kept records of everything on her computer,
Come sit down, I said, guiding her to the sofa. “You need to calm down. This is exactly the reaction they want
Amelia shook her head again. You don’t understand. Whoever sent this has access to Helena a email. And they know about the evidence,
Helena might have told someone,” I reasoned, though it felt weak even to my own ears.
“You don’t get it, Amelia said, pulling away from me. Helena documented her crimes. She probably documented other people’s too.
Her face crumpled. “If it gets out that I… that I killed Nathanael… so many things will happen.”
*Technically, you didn’t kill him,” I reminded her. ‘Fang has taken all the blame. And that anonymous letter doesn’t prove anything.”
But Amelia wasn’t comforted. She just stared at me, and I could tell she was holding something back.
“Is there something else you’re not telling me? Something we should know?”
Amelia shook her head miserably. “I don’t know for sure. said something about arranging his death.”
I was
So
angry
I felt like I’d been hit by lightning. “Are you sure?!” I asked, my voice rising with shock.
But I had no choice. I had to help her. I hugged her tightly, wracking
I stared at her, unable to believe what I was hearing. An Alpha, especially one
ar
Amelia moved away from me, her tears starting anew. “Helena… she the phone.”
a
me SO
ngry, she admitted. “I might have… I might have admitted what I did. On
of
ia’s
her, and she was taunting me about Nathanael, and I might have… I might have
my brain for
standing, making such a massive error…
solution.
There was only one way forward: we had to discredit the source of the
message.
Make
it
‘Listen to me,” I said, my voice calm and cold. “Here’s what we’re going to do. Act
want.”
Amelia looked at me with tear–filled eyes.
normal.
seem like malicious harassment.
* Pretend this is just harassment. Don’t give them the reaction they
“If they really had proof, you’d already be under arrest,” I continued firmly. “Right now, we have too many other things to deal with.”
She looked into my steady eyes and wiped her tears away immediately.
“I’m not worried for myself,” she said. “I’m worried that what Helena and her brother and I did, will affect Augustin.”
I nodded calmly. “I understand everything you’re saying. But right now, we need to focus on discrediting the source of this message.”
My mind was racing. If Helena had documented everything, someone must have her computer. The Vasquez family was powerful… it could be Atlas or Francis. We needed to find out more.
Forty minutes later, I sat beside Amelia’s bed, watching her breathing finally slow into the steady rhythm of sleep. The emotional roller coaster she’d experienced had completely drained her. Once I was certain she was truly asleep, I carefully picked up the half–empty cocktail glass from her nightstand and quietly slipped out of the room.
“Please dispose of this,” I told a passing servant in the hallway, handing over the greenish liquid. “And make sure Luna Amelia isn’t disturbed until morning.
The walk back to my bedroom felt longer than usual, my mind heavy with the day’s revelations. I expected to find Augustin waiting, but our room remained empty. What could be taking him so long with Fox? Unless the boy had revealed something truly disturbing.
I changed into a silk nightgown and perched on the edge of our bed, watching the clock tick closer to midnight. Each passing minute twisted my stomach tighter. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and reached out through our bond.
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Augustin? Is everything okay? I linked trying to mask my concern.
After a pause that lasted too long, his response came through, unusually brief.
On my way back. His mental voice sounded strained, distracted.
That was it? No explanation, no reassurance? My stomach knotted even tighter. Whatever Fox had revealed must be serious, maybe even worse than wed anticipated.
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