I Am The Luna

ADRIANA

My eyes widen involuntarily at his sheer audacity. I didn't think he had it in him, but clearly he can be a real prick too

"Excuse me, what?" I ask, trying to remain nonchalant. Although I feel extremely self-conscious since the moment I had seen him looking at my burns, and the way he looked angry or disgusted or whatever that was just made me feel worse.

"No. Why should I reject you?"

"Maybe because I don't fit your pretty little box of idealism? Or maybe because I am not the kind of luna you ever wanted. I've not been raised like a lady, like the woman you are head over heels for. I'm defective goods, as you've noticed." I hold my arms out in front of me for a moment, allowing him to see them properly.

"Wait a minute, what are you even saying?" Atticus asks with a frown.Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

I shake my head, stepping back. I don't want to do this, and I wish I didn't just say that, but it's too late, it's already done. But it is the truth. Zaia is the woman who checks all those boxes, but by saying that, did I just make myself sound petty? Probably, but I don't fucking care what he thinks of me. It can't really get worse.

"Just fucking leave." I step back, placing my hand on the door handle, ready to slam it shut in his perfect face. But he reaches out, grabbing the door, stopping me from shutting it.

"I'm not done."

My heart skips a beat at the low deep tone of his voice, he sounds pissed.

"Well, I am." I say, turning and trying to force the door shut with my shoulder. It's suddenly forced open, and I stumble backwards. Atticus enters as he advances towards me.

"Let's get a few things clear between us," he begins as he pushes up his already rolled up sleeves, making my heart thud, but it's not fear.

I know I'm damn strong, but I also know he was considered the rival of the Black Beast, aka Sebastian King. Atticus is part of the Sublime triquetra, he is a goddamn strong alpha and I'm not sure how I'll fare against him. Not when Zade can break every bone in my body with ease in a fight.

"One, I am not in love with Zaia."

I keep myself composed as I back away from the advancing man.

"You could have fooled me," I whisper. His eyes flash as he speaks again.

"Two, you are not defective goods. For heaven's sake Adriana, you are the most beautiful girl 1 have ever laid my eyes on. 1 reacted to your burns because I want to know who did that to you." His voice is barely a whisper at the end of his sentence laced with frustration.

The most beautiful? I don't believe that...

"But I'm right about the fact I don't fit the box you want me to."

He pauses, his eyes softening slightly. "No, it's not what you're thinking, I just

"Get out," I whisper.

He sighs looking down at me. "Give me a chance to explain myself."

"You lost that chance when you were trying to avoid me. Get out, Atticus. Now." My heart thumps and for a moment out

eyes meet, his gaze dipping to my heaving chest as if hesitating about what to do.

My breath hitches when I realise a part of me wants him to defy me, but Atticus definitely won't.

"Fine. I will leave the room, alright? I don't want to argue with you. I just, you're getting this all wrong. I'm going will you at least tell me how those burns were inflicted?"

"It really doesn't matter," I reply quietly.

He frowns before simply nodding. "It doesn't, in a way, but at the same time it does."

What does that even mean?

He sighs heavily, glancing around my room before he spares me one final look and leaves the room, closing the door behind him. I close my eyes, dropping backwards onto my bed.

I just want it over with. Who am I kidding like this?