The Forbidden Luna Mated to 7 Fierce Alpha Kings

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s ran wild. I could not run away from him. On my own, I'd never succeed. I required assistance. But the reality sunk in: the only one who might help me, the only one who might be able to stop Gideon, was far away. I kept going nevertheless. My body cried for rest, but I could not stop now. Footsteps behind me were growing closer. They were catching up on me, not only following me anymore. A yell rang out over the darkness. Rachel! Ymir spoke. She had caught up to. She was unyielding, so I knew she would. Panic shot through me and I fell. My chest heaving, my throat was tight. Though my body pleaded for me to stop, I would not. I would not return. I could not. Ducking into an alley, I attempted to lose myself in the shadows. Pressing my back against the brick wall, I tried to control my breathing while my heart raced in my chest. I was unable to think. All I could hear were footsteps behind me, drawing closer with every passing second. Clenching my hands, I attempted to suppress the growing anxiety in my chest. I was without destination. No way out. No chance. The cult was getting closer. In the dark I could hear their whispers, their murmurs like wind whispers. They were everywhere around me. I felt as though I was stuck in a nightmare from which I could not awaken. I could feel them there, lurking in the shadows, approaching me. Rachel, you can't run forever. The voice was chilly, known. I recognised it without looking. Gideon I spun around fast, wishing to escape. But it was useless. They were all over. The shadowy forms drew closer, their actions disturbingly quiet. I was encircled. Heart pounding, I attempted to run once more but they were too fast. A big arm caught me and yanked me back into the alley wall before I could take more than a few steps. Release me! I yelled, fighting the grip. It was useless, though. My strength sapped from the fear that had consumed me, my attempts were fruitless. I could see them now, covered faces, eyes shining with frigid expectation. To them, I was just a trophy, a means to achieve their own sinister goal. Rachel Bloodrose, the Luna. Gideon strode into the alley, a sneer twisting his lips and his gaze locking onto me, his voice cutting through the night air. You have been running from this fate for far too long. Cursing the weight of my coat that clung to me like a stifling memory of the life I was leaving behind, I dashed around corners, my chest heaving. There was just time to run, not to think. Right behind me was the cult. Not after all these years of hunting me, I knew they wou