THE CURSED LUNA

Sheelah pov

"Why did you feel the need to inquire about her? You seem so captivated by her, as if you were asking a fool to recite something without any awareness of his surroundings. What am I even trying to convey?" I glanced over at Alpha Christian, who appeared engrossed in his review of a magazine.

"Christian, how could you compromise yourself by taking Emily out of the hall? Were you attempting to win her over?" I asked in a low, threatening voice, but he remained unyielding.

Christian glanced up from his magazine, his face betraying no emotion. "I didn't compromise my principles, nor was I attempting to win her favor," he stated calmly, his tone steady. "I merely noticed a woman in distress and offered my help. That's all there was to it."

I raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "During a crucial meeting? In her office?"

Christian shrugged nonchalantly. "The timing and setting didn't seem to matter. She required assistance, and I was there to provide it."NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

I frowned, uncertain of his sincerity. Although Christian and I had been friends for many years, I was aware of his tendency to be drawn to those in need. And Emily... she was skilled at manipulation.

"Exercise caution around her, Christian," I cautioned, my voice dropping to a whisper. "She's not who she appears to be, and just because she resembles your long-lost friend doesn't change that fact." Christian's expression shifted to one of curiosity. "What do you mean by that?"

"Please refrain from asking me such foolish questions, Christian. I am tired of your nonsense regarding that woman, Emily. Any dealings you have with her should be strictly professional." I asserted, standing confidently before him.

My words flowed rapidly, fueled by my rising anger. This was the first time I had spoken so sternly to Alpha Christian, and I was relishing the moment until his deep, authoritative voice disrupted the tension in the air.

"That's enough," Christian stated, his tone steady yet assertive. "I acknowledge your worries, but I refuse to be instructed on how to manage my relationship with Emily. She is a multifaceted person, and I will handle our connection in my own way."

A wave of frustration washed over me at his demeanor, yet Christian's intense stare kept me grounded. For a brief moment, our eyes met, the atmosphere charged with unspoken tension.

"You are clouded by your feelings," Christian remarked, his tone softening a bit. "It's essential for you to step back and evaluate the situation with clarity. Emily is not merely a piece in your strategy for control."

His words stung, but a part of me questioned whether he had a point. Was I allowing my feelings to distort my perspective?

"I'll consider that," I replied at last, attempting to preserve some semblance of my dignity.

Christian acknowledged my response with a nod, his face inscrutable. "Make sure you do. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have responsibilities to attend to."

He turned and walked away, leaving me seething with anger. His confidence was infuriating; he showed no regard for the fact that I am his wife, continuing to engage in reckless discussions and dismissing my feelings.

I made my way to the wardrobe, a small laugh escaping me. It seemed Ariana had failed in her duties; perhaps I would need to take matters into my own hands. I opened the cupboard, searching for my gun, but I realized I should have breakfast before planning my next steps.

I forcefully closed the wardrobe, my frustration still boiling beneath the surface. How could he treat me with such disregard? I marched out of the room, making my way to the dining hall. The enticing scent of a freshly prepared breakfast filled the air, briefly diverting my attention from my anger.

Upon entering the hall, I noticed Luna Vivian seated at the table, enjoying a cup of coffee. My gaze sharpened.

"Good morning," I greeted, my tone as sweet as syrup. "I see you're on the mend."

She glanced up, a trace of caution evident in her expression. "Yes, thank you."

I returned her gaze with a smile and took a seat next to her. "I'm pleased to hear that. Christian mentioned your... situation."

Her eyes flickered to mine, a momentary look of fear crossing her features.

"I understand," she replied, her voice barely audible.

Leaning closer, I adopted a more secretive tone. "I believe we need to have a discussion, Luna Vivian."

Her eyes widened in surprise, and she placed her cup down, her hands trembling slightly. I smiled inwardly, aware that I held the advantage.

Alpha Christian looked at me with a mixture of anger and disdain. He chewed his food but seemed unwilling to focus on his own affairs.

"Why are you asking her such questions at the dinner table? You should really keep your composure and let her finish," he ordered, his eyes fixed on me with a fierce animosity. "What do you hope to achieve by harboring such resentment towards your wife?"

A wave of indignation washed over me at Christian's tone, yet I maintained my composure, offering him a sweet smile. "I'm merely trying to understand the extent of her health issues."

Luna Viviana shifted uneasily in her chair, and I could feel Christian's anger escalating. However, I stood my ground.

"She is unwell," I continued, my tone feigning innocence. "What do you mean, Christian? I'm simply engaging in conversation."

Christian's gaze sharpened, his jaw tightening. "Stop pretending. You're attempting to provoke her, to elicit a response. But why would you do that?"

I reclined in my chair, fingers interlaced. "Perhaps I'm curious about what is causing her illness. Perhaps I want to uncover the secrets she's concealing."

The atmosphere grew tense, silence enveloping the room. Luna Viviana's eyes flickered between Christian and me, her complexion wan. Christian's face flushed with anger, his eyes burning with rage. "What are you saying, Sheelah? This is my mother, not some random person to toy with."

They still don't know what am capable of doing.