The Luna Choosing Game

Chapter 0587

I was entirely drawn into cleaning. So much so that the rest of the world seemed to fall into the background.

Maybe this was why I didn't notice right away the sound of footsteps and the slight drip of water down onto the ground from a very wet body.

Odd, I thought. Didn't I turn the facet off? Did it have a drip?This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I turned my head toward the sink, when Ronan grabbed me by the back of the head, clutching a bunch of my hair, and yanked me backwards, off-balance and onto my ass.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he was prepared for that. He stuffed a soaking wet handkerchief into my mouth.

He started to drag me toward the door. I struggled, kicking my feet, while clawing at his wrist with my fingernails. But his hold was firm, and I couldn't seem to catch any friction on the floor.

"Why can't you just fucking die already?" Ronan snapped.

He dragged me out into the hallway. I tried to grab at the door, at anything I could reach really, knowing Veronica was just over in the living room. If she listened, she could hear my struggle.

Yet before I could see if my plan worked or not, Ronan threw me out the back door. I landed with a thud on the deck.

Immediately I spit the handkerchief from my mouth. Cóntent belongs to NovélDráma. Org

"Why are you doing this?" I shouted. I hoped someone could hear me. "Why throw your life away? For me? You don't even know me!"

"Not for you, you dumb bitch!" Ronan snapped. He loomed over me, staring down with open disgust and hatred in his eyes. "I pity you. You don't know what it's like to be in love. I would do anything for the love of my life. If she wants you gone, it's my honor to see that happen."

"True love would never require someone to murder for it!"

For a moment, he hesitated. A small shimmer of hope spread through me. Maybe I'd gotten to him. Maybe he understood now.

The next moment, that hope smashed down like waves on a rocky cliff.

"You don't know how special she is," Ronan said, entranced like a man possessed. "She asks so little of me, and accepts all of me. I will never betray her. Never desert her like so many others have before. Even if we cannot be together, I will see her dreams come true."

"You're insane!" I yelled, but the words didn't faze him. He didn't seem to be listening to me at all. He was too far gone. Whatever delusion that had been spun for him or that he had spun for himself, it had overwhelmed whatever remained of his sense.

He was lost to his delusion. And I was surely about to become a victim to it.

I tried to crawl away, scrambling like a crab. I made it a good foot or two, before he dove and caught my ankle.

"Where are you going, like minnow?" Ronan said. An eerie sort of glee entered his voice. He was enjoying the chase almost as much as the thought of pleasing his lover.

"Let me go!"

He pulled me back toward him. He was stronger than me, even with my newly returned wolf strength.

I tried to kick at him. My foot landed once, in his chest, but other than a grunt, he made no other hint of displeasure. He continued to pull.

I looked back at him, ready to scream at the top of my lungs.

But I realized I didn't need to.

Veronica stood behind Ronan, without his knowledge. She held an expensive-looking vase up over his head.

Then she brought the vase straight down, crashing it over Ronan, and he dropped, lifeless, down to the ground.