Alpha King’s Lost Luna

Chapter 312 Silas BECKY After our conversation with Oliver Moses, Dickson and I had been seized by the Moses guards and taken into a room that appeared to be used for interrogation. The door was crafted from iron and there were no windows, so the room was dim and quiet. There were only a pair of chairs, each a little rickety and old-looking. It was a pathetic, desolate sort of place, which was surely on purpose.

Time didn’t make much sense in there and I soon couldn't figure out how long we’d been locked in. My body ached and my mind was spinning out with a million thoughts as I absorbed all of the information I'd heard in the past

couple of days.

I had thought Oliver Moses would quickly find out the truth or ask me to confront Adalyn again, but Dickson thought the opposite when I presented the idea to him.

“Look at this place, Becky,” he said, his voice gloomy and negative. “No one is going to visit us any time soon.” Sadly, he appeared to be correct, and his point was only proven as time went on. Though we had no clock or watch, or even sunlight to give us any indication, I had the sense we had been there for a while, and with every passing second, my resolve weakened.

I didn’t understand why Oliver Moses didn’t act. I thought I had been

convincing enough for him to let us £20 or at least let us out of there, We sat down for a bit to rest our aching legs but when I grew bored and tired of the silence, I went to the door and tried my hand at messing with the lock. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Unfortunately for me, it was impossible to manage with the cuffs around my wrists.

“I thought you had a way to open the locks on these things,” I murmured in annoyance as I faced Dickson.

He didn’t say anything but his cheeks darkened a little. His blue eyes were fixated on the ground and I grew confused at his demeanor.

“How were you able to sneak into the House of Moses?” I asked him as my eyebrows creased together.

wy CY SVnNvo I waited for an answer but it never came. I didn’t understand why he was suddenly acting so silent and strange about things. I didn’t want to be suspicious of him, but my curiosity was growing by the second and I needed to know why he was being so odd.

“Dickson?” I prompted him again.

“How were you able to sneak into the House of Moses?” The silence was heavy until finally, Dickson looked up at me.

“I don’t know how to explain,” he muttered, and then he let out a soft sigh. “It’s... it’s a skill I guess. Comes from my past but I don’t really wanna talk about it, okay?” I frowned and blinked at him a few times.

A skill? And a past he didn’t want to talk about? Had Dickson been a thief before he became a healer? If that was the truth, I could understand why he didn’t want to talk about it, but still. That was heavy information and it was strange that it hadn’t come up in any of our prior conversations.

Before I could think on it for too long, Dickson quickly shifted the subject.

“How is Silas?” he wondered.

A small sigh escaped me as | remembered Silas. The very reason we were in this mess in the first place.

“1 didn’t lie to Oliver,” I said as I met Dickson’s gaze. “Adalyn bribed the head of healers to give him medicine to

keep him unconscious.” Dickson nodded and after a pause, spoke again. “That’s not what I meant.

I figured you weren’t lying. I guess I wanted to know if you knew something more since there’s the mate bond.” “Oh,” I uttered and suddenly heat came to my cheeks.

“Is it indeed as unbreakable as Oliver said?” he wondered.

I shrugged as the heat deepened further. “I don’t know, honestly. Mate bonds are so rare. I don’t know how they work.” He nodded again.

We fell quiet and then Dickson approached me. He wore a strange expression and his cheeks appeared to be as flushed as mine felt. There was

something on his mind and I wasn’t sure what.

He cleared his throat finally. “Becky, if we were able to escape and survive this time, would you be willing to leave the country with me?” My jaw dropped and I stared at him in shock. I didn’t understand what he meant by that. Why would he want to leave Wegalla? Just as I was about to speak and ask him as much, we heard the sound of the lock click, and I stiffened, prepared for a guard to enter. But much to my surprise, when the door opened, light flooded in, and it wasn’t a guard of a soldier.

It was Silas.

For a second, I thought I was dreaming

or hallucinating, but when I caught his scent, I knew I wasn’t. Silas Moses was in the room with us. His complexion was pale, but he was alive and conscious.

“It’s time to leave,” he said clearly as his golden eyes stared into mine.

sok ok Silas didn’t explain much about his condition. He only told us that he had known Adalyn’s plan long ago. The medicine had worked for a bit, but as his body got used to it, it became less effective, and soon, he was able to stay awake. So, to keep Adalyn from having the healer up the dosage, he merely pretended to be asleep to find out what she wanted.

Though I was glad he was alive and mostly well, irritation bloomed within

me. I had been so worried about him and risked my life to see if he was still alive or not and he had just pretended to be unconscious? Silas seemed to sense my annoyance and glanced down at me with a strange look on his face.

“I’m glad you were worried about me,” he said softly, just low enough for only me to hear.

I sighed and tried to shove away my agitation.

“Why did you decide to wake up now?” I wondered.

“Because it was the right time,” he said vaguely.

The right time? The right time for what?

We suddenly stopped walking and stood in front of the room, I heard a commotion inside and without hesitation, opened the door to reveal Adalyn and Cassandra. Before the excitement and happiness of reuniting with my dear friend engulfed me, I noticed that Adalyn’s claws were sharpened and aimed at Marco.

Was she holding the prince hostage? Adalyn’s eyes widened as she noticed us and grew wider when she saw Silas.

“Sister,” Silas spoke up and Adalyn shivered She shoved Marco's shoulder, pushing him onto the floor, and then began to laugh like a crazy person. She waved a

knife in the air and muttered to herself, Silas stepped forward and tried to plead with her.

“Sister,” he said in a softer voice.

But Adalyn didn’t care.

“Step back!” she snarled as she waved the knife in his direction. “I'll kill you.

I'll kill all of you!” She glared at us and then suddenly ran, pushing past us and then taking off down the corridor.