THE CURSED LUNA
Chapter 14

Adrian pov

The shock of encountering Amira lingered in our thoughts, not merely as an invitation to unravel a mystery but also as a more unexpected predicament. Her revelation of our little secret to alpha Christian was particularly startling. *Damn it!*

I struck the wall with force, my knuckles splitting from the impact, causing me to wince in agony.

You shouldn't inflict pain on yourself because of Amira's problems; we will care for her as she deserves, Sheelah's voice softly echoed behind me.

A gentle smile spread across my face at her encouraging words, which brought a sense of comfort to my mind. I quickly shifted my gaze toward her.

She's worth even the risk of self-harm, given the precariousness of our situation, Sheelah. Can't you understand? I asked, my fist clenched in frustration.

Sheelah's expression turned sympathetic, her eyes filled with understanding. "I do understand, Adriana. But hurting yourself won't solve anything. We need to think clearly and come up with a plan that would finally take Amira out of our lives for good."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Sheelah was right, as always. I couldn't let my emotions cloud my judgment. "Christian will stop at nothing to exploit our secrets from Amira'," I said, my mind racing. "We need to put plans at work.

Sheelah nodded. "I've already started making arrangements. But we need to be careful. Christian have eyes and ears everywhere."

A proper arrangement should not fall apart, I exclaimed with urgency, my emotions transitioning from frustration to a sense of being overwhelmed. Her face flushed a deep red as she looked at me.

"Are you out of your mind? What gives you the authority to make me handle your responsibilities?" she scoffed, my eyes narrowing in response as she stood defiantly before me. I anticipated her to react irrationally over minor concerns that wouldn't even faze her.

"But these aren't minor concerns, Sheelah," I snapped, my voice rising. "Our lives are at risk, and you're acting like this is some trivial matter."

Sheelah's expression turned icy, her eyes flashing with anger. "How dare you," she spat. "I'm trying to help you, and this is the thanks I get?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. This wasn't going anywhere. "Look, Sheelah, I'm sorry. I know you're trying to help. But we need to work together here. We can't afford to fall apart."

Sheelah's expression softened slightly, but her voice was still laced with venom. "Fine. But don't think for a second that I'm doing this for you. I'm doing it for my safety."

I nodded, relieved that we were back on track. "Thank you, Sheelah. Let's get to work."

She let out a sharp hiss and left the room, leaving me lost in my thoughts. I couldn't help but chuckle at the way she confidently swayed her hips as she walked away. "Sheelah," I murmured to myself, a smile creeping onto my face as I made my way to the bar cellar.

My hands rummaged through the vodka bottles while my mind raced with uncertainty. I couldn't understand how I had botched such a simple assassination. Amira was meant to be dead, not still breathing. I needed to take further action to ensure her demise.

As I poured a shot of vodka, memories of the last few days flooded my mind. Everything had spiraled out of control. Amira was meant to be an easy target, yet she had eluded me not once, but twice.

I downed the shot, feeling the heat spread through my chest. I needed to devise a new strategy, and quickly. Christian would be furious if he discovered that Amira's predicament was a result of our actions.

At that moment, I heard footsteps approaching from the hallway. I turned to see Alpha Christian in the doorway, his expression resolute.

"We need to have a conversation, Adriana. The woman referred to as Emily is, in fact, Amira, though she is adamantly denying it," he stated, leaning against the doorframe with his hands resting on it.

I took a sip of my vodka and approached him slowly. "I'm not convinced she's Amira, "I responded, my tone tinged with uncertainty, even though I didn't intend to provide him with the answers he sought. After all, the woman who insists on concealing her true identity will soon be dealt with, I mused to myself, a smirk forming on my lips.

Alpha Christina's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he studied me. "Don't make me look like a child," he warned, his voice low and even. "I know it's her. And I need to know why she's hiding."

I shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant despite the tension building inside me. "Maybe she's just a good actress," I suggested, taking another sip of my vodka.

He pushed off from the doorframe, his movements fluid and menacing. "I don't think so," he said, his eyes glinting with a hint of danger. "And even if she was, I'd still replace out the truth."

I smiled, trying to deflect his intensity. "You're so paranoid, Alpha," I teased, trying to sound light-hearted.

But he just laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "You have no idea what I'm capable of," he said, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "And soon, you'll replace out."

As he turned to leave, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I knew I had to be careful around him. He was not a man to be trifled with. And I had a feeling that he would stop at nothing to uncover the truth about Amira's identity.

At that moment, my thoughts went blank. I quickly let go of the glass of vodka, my pace quickening as I hurried out of the room, my heart pounding. I needed to alert Sheelah that we had to move swiftly before Alpha Christian discovered the truth about our foolish error in taking his mate's life.

Just as I was about to reach the main entrance of Sheelah's chamber, I felt someone grab my arm and pull me back. Who could it be?