Six Years As His Luna. He Only Wanted My Sister Chapter 04

Two days later, Cyrus sent medicine a few times.

He never came himself.

The messengers were all blocked at the door by my father.

The only message sent back,

“Maeve has come around.”

—

The morning of the seventh day.

The Sinclair estate was bustling.

Not for my mating ceremony.

Because today, Cyrus and Lila would hold their banquet first.

The formal Luna declaration would wait for the full moon.

But my father stood at my doorway and announced,

“You’re going to Kane’s today.”

“Kane has the ceremony ready. Even without the full moon, no one will care.”

“Lila goes to the Thorne estate for the banquet.”

My father sealed my door. Wouldn’t let Sia out.

I looked at the white dress laid on the bed. Changed back into my own clothes.

I pushed open the back window with Sia.

She had just climbed over the wall when a scream went up outside.

Ronan and several men broke down the door.

I grabbed the candlestick from the table and threw it at the servant rushing me.

“I never agreed!”

“You lied to Kane and told him I did.”

“This is fraud!”

Ronan pried at my hands.

“Once you’re at Kane’s, Cyrus will know you’re not clinging to him.”

“Take her.”

Two maids grabbed my arms. Wrapped a ribbon tight around my body.

My chest felt crushed.

I couldn’t pull in a full breath.

“Loosen it.”

“I can’t breathe.”

Ronan touched my cold hand. Only frowned.

“You had the strength to throw a candlestick. How can you suddenly not breathe?”

My mother saw my face go pale. Reached to loosen it.

“Is it too tight?”

Lila had already changed into her dress.

She came from outside. Glanced at the time.

“The Thorne car is almost here.”

“Mother, if we delay any longer, it’ll hold up my banquet.”

My mother’s hand froze midair.

Lila looked at her.

“She just knows you’ll soften.”

In the end, my mother pulled her hand back.

When I was dragged out of the room, the front hall was full of relatives and guests.

Lila glanced at the two maids holding me.

“She’s unstable right now.”

“Don’t let her say anything ugly in front of the guests.”

One of them grabbed a silk scarf. Wadded it up. Shoved it into my mouth.

I shook my head hard.

Only muffled sounds came from my throat.

The ribbon tightened with every struggle.

Winnie stood at the edge of the crowd.

“Her color is really bad.”

“At least loosen it a little.”

Lila pressed the ribbon down herself.

“Loosen it, and she’ll run.”

“Once she’s at Kane’s, someone will untie her.”

That’s how I was pushed into the back of the carriage.

The doors locked.

—

On the other side.

The Thorne estate had also received the message.

“Maeve has come around.”

“She’ll go to Kane’s first today.”

“Please rest assured, Cyrus.”

Cyrus asked,

“She said that herself?”

The messenger hesitated.

“Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair have already persuaded her.”

Cyrus’s aide spoke low.

“Alpha.”

“Maeve refused just days ago.”

“Should we send someone to the Sinclair estate to confirm?”

But by then, Lila’s carriage was almost at the Thorne estate.

Guests were waiting for the grand banquet to begin.

Cyrus was silent for a few seconds.

“Send someone to Kane’s. Check if she’s arrived.”

“Report back after the ceremony.”

The carriage started.

I slammed my shoulder into the door.

Once.

Again.

The maid in front said coldly,

“Don’t waste your strength.”

“The more you struggle, the tighter it gets.”

I didn’t stop.

The door thudded again and again.

Then the sound grew softer.

Then I didn’t even have the strength to lift my shoulder.

The maid in front finally let out a breath.

“See? If you’d been quiet earlier, it wouldn’t have come to this.”

—

Kane’s home wasn’t large, but he valued the ceremony.

A red carpet at the entrance.

The carriage stopped.

Someone walked over with a smile and knocked on the window.

“It’s time.”

“Miss Maeve, please come down.”

No movement inside.

Kane heard no response. Walked over quickly.

“Maeve?”

Still no sound.

He pulled the door open.

I was slumped against the back seat.

The veil had slipped off.

My hands still bound behind my back.

The wadded silk scarf still stuffed in my mouth.

The red ceremonial ribbon had cut into my dress.

Kane’s face changed instantly.

He pulled out his folding knife. Cut the ribbon.

He pulled the scarf from my mouth.

“Maeve.”

He lifted me out of the carriage.

My body was still warm.

But my head lolled helplessly against his arm.

He reached to check my breath.

Went completely still.

A second later, he held me tight.

Shouted,

“Healer!”

“Get the healer now!”