Chapter 179 – The Luna Trials Novel by Marissa Gilbert

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“Listen,” he tried to chuckle, “I’m not a royal, but I’m still a lycan. Whatever it is, my body will process this sooner or later.”

Her breathing became ragged. He could tell she was panicking.

“I hate closed spaces!” She confessed all of a sudden and leaned her head on his back. He tried to do the same, stretching his hands as far as they would go thanks to the chains and reaching for her delicate fi**gers. She flinched when his large palm wr*pped around her tiny wrist, drawing circles on her skin. It was surprisingly comforting.

“Will you tell me why?” Although he told her his strength would get back fast, sadly, this wasn’t the case. He could feel life sl*pping away from him, but he wanted to at least help her in his last minutes. Ever since his mate d*ied, he never wanted to care about anyone else.

Zara changed that for him.

“I was locked up for a long time,” she said in a broken voice. “Trapped in a golden cage. First, I didn’t understand what I was getting into, and by the time I did, it was too late. Every day, all I could do was fly to the unbreakable glassceiling and look at the sky, imagining! would be soaring free one day again. I swore to myself that if I ever got out, I would never let anyone lock me up ever again. And now look at me!”

She didn’t make another sound, but he could feel her body twitching, recognizing a silent sob.

“it’s not your fault,” he grunted, trying really hard not to close his eyes. He knew that if he did, it would be the end. “I should have protected you.”

“No,” she laughed through tears as she struggled against the chains, “you really shouldn’t have.”

He knew that.

“I wanted to.” A confession came easy to the dying man. There were no games bet**en them anymore, no t**sing.

“Why?” She asked desperately. She needed the answer on a physical level because she knew he was now dying because of her.

“You … you make me feel alive again.” He laced their fi**gers together, and she didn’t object one bit.

There was nothing around to help them. No weapons, no metallic hooks to help them break the chains. Just the dirt on the floor and n*ked walls.

His eyelids became too heavy, and Lachlan started slowly falling asleep. Zara could feel it, and it scared her more than she could imagine. She knew what it meant, and her heart clenched at the thought.

“Hey mighty Lycan Beta,” she taunted him, challenged him. “If you don’t d*ie today, I will let you see me n@ked as soon as we get out of this city.”

“I am listening!” He chuckled weakly, but surprisingly it did help him a lot.

“I will personally come into your room and let you peel every piece of clothing off me.” Zara’s voice became raspy.

“Go on,” Lachlan encouraged her. He may have lost the fight with his own eyes, and they were now closed, but his vivid imagination was keeping him going.

–” will let you explore every inch of me,” the woman continued.

“With my hands?” he asked, l*ps curling into a smile.

“First with your hands,” Zara purred. “Then with your t***ue.”

“And then7” His breathing hitched, but this time it wasn’t the poison’s fault.

“And then everything will depend on how good your t***ue is!” The werebird laughed.

“I call fennier to be my witness, Bird*ie, you will come undone before you even know it!” He growled.

“I sure hope so,” she ground against him, making blood run faster through his veins.

“Seductress!” He breathed out. “You will raise a man from the dead with your promises.”

“Oh, Lachlan!” Zara turned her head so that her hot breath burnt the skin on his neck. “I haven’t even started seducing you. After all, when you’re done exploring my body with your t***ue, it will be my turn.”

He wanted to say something hot and dirty in reply, but this was when the first explosion went off.

“What’s that?” Zara was worried now.

“I have no idea,” the Beta admitted, fearing the worst, He knew Bjorn didn’t just leave them to sit here for hours.

However, soon they both heard the sound of gushing water and knew that it promised nothing good for them.

Soon ice-cold water started streaming through a hole at the top of the room created for ventilation. There were no windows, and the two doors were sealed.

“Cr*p!” Lachlan muttered. “Bird*ie, we need to get up Now!”

She did not object, although it proved hard given the way their arms and legs were chained tightly. Luckily, they still managed to do.

The water was streaming fast, its coldness helping him to come back to his senses. Nonetheless, they were still trapped.

“Let’s move towards the door,” he offered, and she did not object. “Stay still and I will try to knock it out!”

The Beta tried hitting it with his feet, but he was weaker than usual, and the ancient door did not budge.

Soon the water was at their ch*sts, and panic started to grab them both. They knew they wouldn’t be able to swim. Not with their hands and legs tied up and heavy chains weighing them down.

The water was at their necks.

“Listen to me, Zara.” Lachlan’s tone was serious now, not containing a hint of playfulness from a few minutes ago. “I want you to give me a signal when it is near your mouth. Then we both take a deep breath and count to thirty. After that, we bent down and jump as high as we can. This will give us a chance to gulp some air. We’ll be doing it while we can. Do you get me?”

“Yes,” she was already breathing heavily. “Thirty seconds.”

She tapped his hand in less than a minute, and he knew it was time. They bent down slightly and then pushed as hard as they could, taking in full lungs worth of air before they went down underwater again. Counting seconds in their minds helped them to avoid giving.

They were still alive and had a goal to keep them going. It might have been silly, but it worked.

It worked right until they sl*pped, lost balance, and fell down…

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