Six Years As His Luna. He Only Wanted My Sister Chapter 07

Sia pointed at my body, sobbing.

“But you only had to go once.”

“Just once. Ask through the door-was she willing?”

“She wouldn’t have died.”

Cyrus’s lips moved.

Not one word came out.

That afternoon.

The elders, the arbiters, and the core council entered the Sinclair estate together.

They questioned everyone involved.

Cyrus sat in another room as a witness.

Listening as the Sinclairs blamed each other.

My father still thought he’d done nothing wrong.

“I chose Kane for her.”

“Character, ability, income. Which one was lacking?”

“If she hadn’t been so stubborn, would it have come to this?”

Ronan said,

“If she’d settled with Kane, I could’ve entered the core council.”

“It was good for everyone in the Sinclair family.”

Cyrus watched through the glass.

Then laughed once.

“Everyone?”

“Her death counts as good for everyone?”

Winnie broke under the pressure.

She handed over a ledger and chat records.

Ronan had already cut deals for the core council.

All he needed was Cyrus’s endorsement.

My mother sobbed in the interrogation room.

“I really didn’t want to kill her.”

“I just thought-she was always obedient.”

“She’d say yes in the end.”

The questioner asked,

“So you tied her up and gagged her.”

“Just because she couldn’t resist anymore, that counted as consent?”

Lila still wore the red coat from the banquet.

“Father and Ronan did all of that.”

“I was only afraid that if Maeve never took a new mate, Cyrus would always feel he owed her.”

Her face was cold. No grief at all.

When Cyrus heard this, he walked into the room for the first time.

He looked at her across the table for a long time.

“What are you really afraid of?”

“That I owe her-or that I can’t let her go?”

Lila’s face went white.

That same day.

Cyrus withdrew every recommendation for Ronan.

The ledger. The ribbon. The carriage. The healer’s report. All evidence.

That night.

Cyrus went alone to the cold room.

He looked at me for a long time.

“Maeve.”

“It’s not that I didn’t understand.”

“I just thought-you’d already given in to Lila for six years.”

“You could give in one more time.”

He lowered his head.

His voice grew hoarse.

“I wasn’t too late.”

“From the start, I never truly planned to save you.”

Just then.

His aide hurried in, holding an encrypted scroll.

“Alpha.”

“Damian just sent this.”

“Several letters inside. From Lila. To Alexander.”

The first page had only one line.

Six years ago, he didn’t make us bond because he was drunk.