Temporary Luna, Permanent Heartbreak - Chapter 26: Chapter 26
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The parents erupted in cheers.
"Finally, a teacher who tells it like it is!"
"This is Moonrise Academy. We have standards."
"Why waste education on her pup? Just teach her to hunt rich Alphas like mommy!"
Celeste was loving every second.
"This is what you get. Once trash, always trash. You and your brat belong in the gutter!"
Their insults rained down. The crowd grew, everyone eager to join the attack.
Each cruel word made Celeste's smile wider.
Mrs. Thornfield saw her chance. "Luna, the principal has a small favor to ask. We're expanding the school, and Ashford pack owns all the surrounding land..."
Celeste waved her hand dismissively. "Consider it done. Sterling will sign it over. You've earned it today."
Mrs. Thornfield beamed. "You're too kind, Luna."
The parents pounced like sharks smelling blood.
"My firm has worked with Ashford Industries before. Keep us in mind?"
"Our pack's expanding too. We'd love to partner up."
"Here's my VIP shopping card. Let's stay in touch."
They shoved business cards and credit cards into her bag, desperate for her attention.
Celeste soaked it up like a queen holding court.
She towered over Zara, voice dripping venom. "See this? This is real power."
"Without Sterling's love, you can only spend your life on your knees, begging for scraps. But me? I live in a world you can't even imagine."
"Take your bastard and get out of here. Next time, I won't be so nice. I'll bury her alive."
Lyra pressed against Zara, shaking. "Mommy..." Her voice cracked. "My ankle really hurts."
Something in her tone made Zara's blood run cold. When she carefully pulled down Luna's sock, she frozen.
A deep, infected gash ran across her ankle. Someone had tied a silver wire around it, cutting deeper with every step she took.
Dark blood had soaked through her sock, staining her shoe. The skin around the wound was swollen and hot.
Zara stared at her little girl—the same pup who needed three bedtime stories to sleep, who'd cry if her toast was cut wrong. She'd suffered through this all day without a word.
The world blurred as tears filled her eyes. Not sad tears. Tears of pure rage.
"Celeste." Zara's voice didn't sound like her own. "Your son did this?"
She examined her manicure, bored. "Be thankful that's all he did."
The sound of Zara's palm hitting her face echoed like a gunshot.
All her fury, every ounce of a mother's protective rage, went into that slap. Celeste spun, catching herself against the wall.
Zara pulled back for another hit, but someone grabbed her hair, yanking hard.
Parents swarmed her, fists and feet flying.
"How dare you touch Luna Ashford!"
"Want to join your brat in the grave?"
"Trash raising trash. You both deserve worse!"
Even Mrs. Thornfield joined in, kicking her.
"Leave my mommy alone!" Lyra screamed.
Blake knocked her down with a kick.
Mrs. Thornfield patted his head. "Good boy, Blake!"
He smirked. "Next time I'll hurt her even worse."
From the ground, through bloody lips, Zara spat: "You'll regret this."
They howled with laughter.
"A homewrecker making threats?"
"Luna Ashford could crush you like a bug!"
"Pathetic! Just kill yourself already!"
They pinned her down, spitting and laughing.
Celeste dug her stiletto into Zara's cheek.
"Regret? Please. I'd love to see you try."
Right then, a fleet of black SUVs roared up to the school gates.
A handsome Alpha in a suit got out of the car.
Sterling.
"Finally, a teacher who tells it like it is!"
"This is Moonrise Academy. We have standards."
"Why waste education on her pup? Just teach her to hunt rich Alphas like mommy!"
Celeste was loving every second.
"This is what you get. Once trash, always trash. You and your brat belong in the gutter!"
Their insults rained down. The crowd grew, everyone eager to join the attack.
Each cruel word made Celeste's smile wider.
Mrs. Thornfield saw her chance. "Luna, the principal has a small favor to ask. We're expanding the school, and Ashford pack owns all the surrounding land..."
Celeste waved her hand dismissively. "Consider it done. Sterling will sign it over. You've earned it today."
Mrs. Thornfield beamed. "You're too kind, Luna."
The parents pounced like sharks smelling blood.
"My firm has worked with Ashford Industries before. Keep us in mind?"
"Our pack's expanding too. We'd love to partner up."
"Here's my VIP shopping card. Let's stay in touch."
They shoved business cards and credit cards into her bag, desperate for her attention.
Celeste soaked it up like a queen holding court.
She towered over Zara, voice dripping venom. "See this? This is real power."
"Without Sterling's love, you can only spend your life on your knees, begging for scraps. But me? I live in a world you can't even imagine."
"Take your bastard and get out of here. Next time, I won't be so nice. I'll bury her alive."
Lyra pressed against Zara, shaking. "Mommy..." Her voice cracked. "My ankle really hurts."
Something in her tone made Zara's blood run cold. When she carefully pulled down Luna's sock, she frozen.
A deep, infected gash ran across her ankle. Someone had tied a silver wire around it, cutting deeper with every step she took.
Dark blood had soaked through her sock, staining her shoe. The skin around the wound was swollen and hot.
Zara stared at her little girl—the same pup who needed three bedtime stories to sleep, who'd cry if her toast was cut wrong. She'd suffered through this all day without a word.
The world blurred as tears filled her eyes. Not sad tears. Tears of pure rage.
"Celeste." Zara's voice didn't sound like her own. "Your son did this?"
She examined her manicure, bored. "Be thankful that's all he did."
The sound of Zara's palm hitting her face echoed like a gunshot.
All her fury, every ounce of a mother's protective rage, went into that slap. Celeste spun, catching herself against the wall.
Zara pulled back for another hit, but someone grabbed her hair, yanking hard.
Parents swarmed her, fists and feet flying.
"How dare you touch Luna Ashford!"
"Want to join your brat in the grave?"
"Trash raising trash. You both deserve worse!"
Even Mrs. Thornfield joined in, kicking her.
"Leave my mommy alone!" Lyra screamed.
Blake knocked her down with a kick.
Mrs. Thornfield patted his head. "Good boy, Blake!"
He smirked. "Next time I'll hurt her even worse."
From the ground, through bloody lips, Zara spat: "You'll regret this."
They howled with laughter.
"A homewrecker making threats?"
"Luna Ashford could crush you like a bug!"
"Pathetic! Just kill yourself already!"
They pinned her down, spitting and laughing.
Celeste dug her stiletto into Zara's cheek.
"Regret? Please. I'd love to see you try."
Right then, a fleet of black SUVs roared up to the school gates.
A handsome Alpha in a suit got out of the car.
Sterling.
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