Page 25 of My Only Luna

“Sorry,” they say in unison. I force myself to turn my back on them before I end up killing all of them.

“Get them out of here,” I growl.

Aaron and a few others move forward and they are escorted out. Two omegas come in quickly to clean the mess I made, and two men take Kyle’s body from the floor. Dad glances at me, still looking pale after what occurred, but he doesn’t comment on it. But the look in his eyes is a clear warning that he’ll be having a word with me later.

I can almost smell the fear from the audience, my actionshaving made many restless and uneasy. I glance at Scarlett. She’s worth it. She’s never going to be alone again. I’ll always have her back. The reminder that I failed her once more returns, drowning me in guilt all over again.

Dad now turns to Meredith.

“Put her in a cell for attempting to attack an innocent member of this pack and for shooting her future Alpha,” he says before glancing my way, watching as I wipe my hand on a cloth. Liam places a tray containing a knife and a vial of wolfsbane on the table. Before I can reach for it, Scarlett moves it closer.

“Will you be my volunteer, Alpha?” she asks. Her voice does things to me that I cannot put into words. It feels good to hear her not simply ignoring me.

“Sure…” I say. Everyone watches, confused as to what is happening. She dips the tip into the wolfsbane before taking my wrist and making a 6-inch-long cut. It isn’t deep, just nicks the surface, but it is enough for it not to close instantly. I frown, watching as she now takes the wolfsbane and pours the rest over the blade. Everyone watches, stunned, as she pushes up her own sleeve, gritting her teeth, and drags the knife through her skin, hard and deep.

“Scarlett!” Jessica screams as Dad snatches the blade from her hand. I growl at her for cutting herself so deeply.

“Scarlett!” Dad panics as Jessica runs over, her face grey. She gives them a small smile as she stands up and holds her arm out next to mine. Those who were sitting now move forward to look. To their utter surprise, Scarlett’s deep, bloody gash is already beginning to close whilst mine still bleeds pitifully in comparison, although I can feel my healing kick in.

I smirk slightly despite the situation. Within moments, it’s gone, and I whistle. That’s fucking impressive.

Scarlett’s cut has healed. What remains is just the smear of blood, no sign of the wound left.

“Wow…” I breathe. I knew she healed fast, but that... No wonder she had said to me the first time I had licked her wound that she’d heal. That wound had been terrifying deep, but I hadn’t thought much of it. The fact she was able to move at all had given me the impression it just looked worse than it probably was.

Jessica’s gasp of horror brings me from my thoughts, the whispering across the room is loud but my attention is on Jessica, who has her hands on Scarlett’s shoulders as she stares into her eyes, terror like I’ve never seen before fills her eyes.

“How long have you been able to heal so fast?” she asks in a hushed whisper. Scarlett looks into her mother’s eyes.

She isn’t going to tell her.

“When I-”

“Since she was a child,” I cut in. She needs to know, for Scarlett to be understood and for them to realise, Jessica needs to fucking know.

My eyes meet Jessica’s, who staggers back, breaking into heart-wrenching sobs. Scarlett glares at me, anger clear in her eyes, but I shake my head.

“She needs to know. You can’t keep fighting the world alone,” I say quietly. Her eyes harden, her brows furrowing.

“I am alone now. Iwasalone and I always have been,” she retorts icily. Her words cut deep. It fucking hurts that I couldn’t protect her. Jessica whimpers, shaking her head, and I can almost see the pieces of the puzzle falling into place in her eyes as she looks at her daughter with tear-filled eyes. Amelia wraps her arm around Jessica and guides her to the far corner of theroom.

Scarlett now looks at everyone who seems too shocked to say anything, the murmur of whispers fading away as silence falls.

“You won’t find a wound on me because I heal incredibly fast. Yes, Hank threw me around like a doll, but no bruise is going to remain on my body long enough to be shown as proof. If that medical file and the confessions of those five aren’t enough proof, then my healing should be,” she says quietly. The room is silent as she looks around at them.

The sadness, disappointment and guilt on the faces of the men as they look back at her makes me so fucking proud of her. I look at her with pride.

My Kitten did it. She spoke the truth and got the justice she should have ages ago.

“So, we will conclude Hank Williamson was killed in self-defence when he tried to rape Scarlett Westwood. Due to his crimes, he will not be given a proper burial,” I say, my voice powerful and clear as it rings through the room. “You can do what you wish with his filthy body,” I add, glaring at Hank’s father.

Dad gives a curt nod in agreement as he stares at Scarlett’s arm.

“At least let us bury him properly,” Fiona pleads. I glance at her. Her hazel eyes are full of sadness as she comes over to us, her gaze fixed on Scarlett. How dare she talk to her? My anger begins to rise.

“Please, Scarlett?” Scarlett frowns coldly at her before looking away. She then looks at me, but before I can even reply, Scarlett shakes her head, not even glancing at me as she moves away, ready to walk away now that the meeting is over, but I grabhold of her wrist.

She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes blazing silver.

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