Page 54 of Chasing Luna

“What would you have us do?” Luca breaks the silence first.

“I need you all to keep an eye on Katarina. I want to know what she’s doing, who she’s talking to in order to know exactly what she’s capable of. Spying on her is the only thing I can do right now.” I shrug, half-defeated. “Report back to me anytime. Ask Eliza to send messages to me.” They nod. “My eighteenth birthday is coming up soon. I won’t be as powerless when that happens. It will also be the time that I introduce you all as my personal assassins. So be prepared.”

I dust myself off and make my way back to the estate. Preparations for my birthday party will happen soon, and I still have to find a way to communicate with Gregory’s pack to make sure they know where they’re going in order to find Gregory’s father in the estate. I pass by the warrior’s training center, where the crowds seem to have dispersed. I spot Gregory and Kenji on the floor, lying down and seemingly passed out.

These idiots.

“You boys hashed it out yet or will there be a round two?” I mock as soon as I reach them.

“There’s no need for a round two because I won.” Gregory looks at me, smile on his stupid face.

Ugh. Damn that smile.“Hey, we need to talk.” I nudge Gregory’s knee.

“I’m coming with—” Kenji starts, but I hold out my hand to stop him.

“Not now, Kenji. I need to talk to him alone.” I motion for Gregory to come with me and we stop at a secluded area in between clubhouses.

“It seems like this is the first time in a long while that I got you alone, my dear.” Gregory looks at me up and down. Heat emanates from his still unclothed torso, and I do my best to only stare at his hazel eyes.

“Yeah, you won’t get much more time than this, buddy.” I deadpan.

“Is there something wrong, with you know, us?” He steps a little closer, and I inch back instinctively.

“There is no ‘us,’” I say, and he appears to be hurt by what I mentioned.

“Have you not decided yet?” he asks in a small voice, and I feel my chest tighten a little bit.

“It’s not,” I sigh and close my eyes, “it’s not that. I just can’t focus on anything else these days except…” I trail off and stare at him.I can trust him. I know I can.

“Except what? Tell me what’s wrong.”

I nod. “Okay, listen. I don’t know what’s going on between you and Katarina—”

“There’s nothing going on between us. It’s you. I like you,” he points out rather quickly, and I feel my cheeks heat up at the confession.

“I saw you kiss her,” I simply state and he shakes his head.

“I know what it looks like but she—” I put a hand to his lips.

“I don’t need to know the details. Whatever it was, you probably had to do it. But there’s something you should know.” He bobs his head, still staring into my eyes. “Katarina was the one who killed Katya.” His eyes go wide at the unexpected revelation.

Chapter Fifty-One

I really wish I hadn’t done this in public. I can tell by the way he looks at me that he probably has a million questions in mind, but I do my best to explain to him what happened.

“All this time, the traitor was right under our noses,” he says, leaning against the wall.

“I don’t have the time to fully give out details, Gregory. But you need to be careful.” He nods, absorbing every word I had to say. “Also,” I continue with a hushed tone, “we need to check back with your pack members. My birthday is in a week, you need to get them to bid for their ‘services’ in order to even be allowed to enter the estate on that day. Otherwise, we can’t sneak your father out.” I look around to check once more if someone is close by.

“Alright, I’ll see if I can sneak away from Katarina soon,” he comments, and I fight the urge to roll my eyes at the mention of my sister’s name.

“No need, I have a plan. Also, meet me at midnight tonight, I need you to see something for yourself.” I leave first without even looking back, going straight to my room. I catch Kenji on the way back to the Omega’s house and stop him from walking away. “Hey, can I ask you for a favor?” He raises an eyebrow at me.

“That doesn’t sound like an ‘ask.’ It’s more of an ‘order.’” He folds his arms across his chest in an attempt to be intimidating.

“Yep. It’s an order.” I smile innocently.

“What do you want?” he cuts to the chase.