Chapter 75 – The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

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To her surprise, they walked into a balcony and she saw that it was just a part of the building. This part was closed, with many doors on both sides. And at least four floors. The huge square was enclosing the ceilingless courtyard in the centre, where there was a small fountain. She saw girls in red dresses playing and laughing there. More women were standing here and there at other balconies nearby and soon Riannon realised that she was standing at the central balcony. A huge chair stood next to her. Almost like a throne…

“What the…” she mumbled.

Two staircases at both sides of her were connecting all the floors and going all the way down to the courtyard.

Slowly, other women were noticing her. And she was not sure that she liked that attention they were giving her as none of them looked friendly.

“I will repeat my question,” she said to the guards, “What is this place?”

“It’s a…recreational…” The short one was looking for excuses and she knew now that he was the fox onyx mentioned.

“It’s the Harem,” the taller one sighed. The Bear.

That made so much more sense now. The red dresses were hardly covering anything. Each was different but they were all branding the women as… what?

What were they here in this place? Slaves? Concubines?

She wanted to observe them for a while to make some conclusions but was quickly disturbed. Three girls appeared next to them. Two of them tackled the guards with ease, while the third one, a very tall blonde whose hair was as white as snow grabbed her throat and yanked her to the wall.

“So it’s true!” she hissed, scanning Ria’s face and body. “He has a new pet!”

The air was leaving her body fast and she struggled to take a new breath as she met the woman’s gaze full of hate.

There was only one way to get out of this and Riannon pierced the rival’s foot with her sharp metallic heel, making her shout from the pain and release her grip on her. Next, she dislocated her knee with one sharp blow and twisted the free hand, freeing her own neck and making the woman scream.

Both her friends were struggling with the guards and glancing their way with worry.

“I am not his pet!” Ria spat the words. “And I am not his! Choose your words carefully when you speak to me and keep your hands to yourself! If you want

Castiel – he is all yours!”

The blonde was staring at her now, trying to understand whether she was serious or not. But then she clicked her fingers and her two friends let the guards go, stepping away.

“You are one of those,” the blonde rolled her eyes and folded her hands on her chest. “He does enjoy this act but not for long.”

“Please, ladies,” the two guards were at her sides now, “Don’t cause trouble.

We don’t want to let the king know about this.”

They all raised their hands with smirks on their faces as if to tell that they were

“innocent”. But their eyes were telling a different story. They would kill for

Castiel’s attention.

and it’s not your king. I am not interested in him. All I want is to go back home.”

Now they looked at her with sadness. As if they knew something that she didn’t.

“Your mate is as good as dead then,” one of the trio commented. “When Castiel wants something, he gets it.”

“Not this time,” Riannon stood her ground. “I am an Alpha myself. And my mate is the western Lycan King.”

“Whatever,” the blonde scoffed. “He has been planning to kill the lycan king for years! You are just lucky that he wanted you here. But as I have already told you, don’t get used to this treatment. He will get bored of you fast.”

“Onyx, who is this girl? What species?” Ria asked her wolf, as she was curious about her opponent.

“She seems to be a bear,” Onyx replied at once, “but there is something odd about her. Her scent is a bit different. I am not sure why.”

She wanted to tell something else to the girls in red but the doors behind them shut open and a very angry Castiel walked in. They all got silent at the sight of him and lowered their heads in submission. All but her. She did not care.

“What the hell is she doing here?!” he growled angrily at the two guards and walked straight to her, grabbing her to check if she was alright. He checked her the way a seller checks his goods and she tried to distance herself from him.

However, the fox king only pulled her closer, possessively.

“We apologise,” the taller guard said. “She was curious and…”

“You said I can walk wherever I want in your house!” Riannon interrupted and everyone looked at her, slightly shocked at how daring she was.

“House was the main word in that sentence,” he groaned, shifting his attention to her. “This is The Eden. It’s not a part of my house.”

“It looks like one though,” she retorted, “It’s adjacent and…”

“Riannon, let’s not speak about semantics,” Castiel did not look pleased. “I don’t want my Luna here!”

thing. Apparently, it was a big deal and Ria felt sorry for all of them.

“Then how lucky are we that I am not your Luna!” she chuckled and forcefully got herself out of his grip to his displeasure.

“Let’s go,” he said through clenched teeth. “This is not the place to speak of anything. Time to have that dinner of ours…”

He took her hand and pulled her behind him, walking out firmly of this place and not even bothering to look at any of the dozens of pairs of eyes following their every move.

“The dinner will not be served at The Eden tonight!” he growled right before they left. “I think the girls forgot how to behave and they need to think about it!”

She walked after him, thinking and analysing everything that she saw. She knew one thing for sure – she would have to go back to the harem. Even if it was risky.

He took her to a room with a small table served for two and slammed the doors behind them. The two guards stayed on the other side, and she did not like this development at all.

“Sit!” he ordered and everything inside her screamed to throw something at him.

Yet, she knew that this would not be wise.

Slowly and taking her time, she walked to one of the seats and he followed her, helping her with the chair.

She did not thank him and became stiff when she realized that he wasn’t moving away. His hands were still on the back of the chair, almost touching her.

But a knock on the door disturbed them. “Come in!” Castiel ordered, and a guy with curly red hair entered the room.

“Excuse me,” he apologised, bowing his head in respect, “but I have urgent news and you told me to inform you at once.”

“Not here!” the fox king stopped him, clearly not wanting to discuss anything in front of Riannon. “Follow me to my office. It’s soundproof.”

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