The Hidden Luna Queen 2

THIRD PERSON POV

Somewhere outside the dungeon on the outskirts of the capital, a hooded figure cloaked in black wandered the looming dusk. Fast,

frightened footsteps delicately clacked against the pavement, anxious to reach their destination.

With the sun slipping past the horizon, there was always a fear that trouble walked the streets... not knowing who or what hid within.

Bella might have had a bold streak, but she was not one to teeter on the edge of danger.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

However familiar she was with the capital, this was an area she usually tended to avoid. The dungeon was only a place where criminals and

undesirables went-the worst of the worst of society occupied those walls. If it hadn't been for her determination, she would never have been caught dead here.

If it hadn't been for the need to right some wrongs, she would be at home right now.

As she cautiously approached the front gate of the dungeon, she was stopped by a tall, burly guard, older in age and with a stern face."You there, stop. What brings you to the capital dungeon?"

She gulped, forcing herself to stand tall. "I-I'm here to see one of the prisoners."

With an unimpressed hum, he looked her up and down, taking in her petite frame. There was something about the leer in his eyes that rubbed her the wrong way. Almost as if he thought her to be a pathetic thing." What's a small, feeble girl like you got business with around here anyway, eh?"

Bella growled. "H-How dare you speak to me with such discourtesy."

Instead of cowering like she'd hoped, he let out a small scoff. "Run on home, little miss," he muttered, waving a hand to dismiss her. "This place ain't suited for the likes of you, especially at this time of night."

Growing frustrated and reaching the end of her rope with this brash guard, she threw back her hood. "I am the daughter of Alpha Charles, head of the Crimson Crescent pack," she boldly growled, holding herself proud and watching with pleasure as the guard slunk in fear before her. "What do you think he'd say when he finds out you spoke to his beloved only child in such a way?"

Frightened at the prospect of possibly angering an alpha, the guard began to stammer. “I-I apologize, m-miss... you may g-go inside." As further consolation for his rude behavior, the guard helped lead Bella to where she needed to go and left once she told him to. "There you are," Victoria uttered from deep within the dimly-lit dungeon when she finally caught sight of Bella.

In response, Bella quickly dipped her head to the Luna as she hurried over to where she stood. In the cell that Victoria stood in front of, a small figure slumped against the bars of her cell. Bella approached with caution, during which she caught sight of bedraggled dark brown hair, dangling in loose sections around the prisoner's pale, dry face, normally puffed with fine layers of delicate makeup.

She knew this face... and it was one she hadn't seen in over a month.

"Sarah," she remarked, surprised. "You look-"

"I don't need you to tell me what I already know," Sarah snapped, holding up a hand to stop Bella. Her nails, which were normally pretty and manicured, looked plain and unimpressive, in desperate need of a good polish. All in all, not something one would normally worry about, but to two spoiled alpha teenagers, it was practically the end of the world.

"What have they done to you?"

Sarah's bottom lip quivered with fury. "It's awful!" she hissed, pacing her cell as she ranted out loud. "I have to wear these disgusting rags all day long and they serve me my dinner with water! No expensive wines to be seen!" Bella's mouth fell open, aghast. "What a nightmare!" she gaped. "I can't believe they force you to live like this!"

"We need to get me out of here-fast," Sarah urged, grabbing onto the bars with white knuckles. "I can't spend another day in this place."

This was the first time the three women were able to arrange a meeting together. The Luna had been the mastermind of it all, of course... not willing to watch her daughter spend another day in that horrible cell while her husband refused to do a damn thing to overturn her sentence. It hadn't been long before she decided she needed to take matters into her own hands, albeit with the help of a girl she knew loathed Maeve just as much as she and Sarah did. Bella was their key to getting answers through the princess, while Victoria tried to pull whatever strings she could from the sidelines.

But they were hardly making any headway with their mission to break up Maeve and Prince Xaden. With every passing day, they were running out of time.

"Honestly," Victoria scoffed, rolling her eyes at Bella. "We could have

made some progress if you hadn't given up so quickly during your tea with Princess Charlotte. If you had been more discrete with your questioning, like we'd discussed, then maybe we'd have something we could work with

Bella's stomach plummeted. She didn't want to be seen as the weak link of their team. "I-I'm sorry, Luna Victoria," she muttered, lowering her gaze." I tried my best, but she evaded all-"

"If you did, then my daughter still wouldn't be behind bars," Victoria countered, projecting her pain and misery onto the girl and ignoring the subsequent widening of Bella's eyes. "But you've always tried to get yourself ahead of Sarah, haven't you? Maybe what you really want is for my daughter-your best friend-to be locked up for trying to attain the attention of your beloved Prince Xaden."

Bella blanched. "That's not true," she protested, albeit weakly.

Sarah gaped, horrified. "Is that what you really want, you deceitful bitch?! After all that we've been through together?!"

"Don't do this to me!" Bella shouted. "Why would I go through all this trouble with the princess and risk getting myself thrown in prison if I only wanted to keep you back there?! This is all to right the wrongs committed by your sister! She's the real villain here!" "Fine, fine..." Victoria muttered, raising a hand to placate the agitated girl. "You are a valuable asset, we know. But this is something we need to do before they get married, otherwise the prince is lost to us forever and Maeve will be untouchable. You'll have to go back and try this again."

The thing was, Bella had tried. She had tried for days to even be able to come to one of the princess's highly coveted tea parties in the palace rose garden, but now that she had finally been able to, she was quick to learn that getting answers about Maeve's status- both regarding her relationship with Prince Xaden and when any possible mating ceremony would be taking place-would not be as easy as they anticipated. This was not something that could just be resolved through simply asking questions. Especially if no one in the palace seemed keen to even acknowledge Maeve's existence.

They needed a better plan.

"This isn't something we can do on our own," Bella insisted. "We have tried many times and failed. We need help.”

Victoria cursed silently, biting her manicured thumb. However much she didn't want to admit it, she knew the girl was right. There was only so far her power as a second-class Luna could take her, and with her precious baby girl locked up in the capital's dungeon and Alpha Charles's daughter lacking the necessary fire to fully commit, the three ladies appeared to have come to an impasse.

They needed someone with the right influence to be able to pull this off. Someone close to the family who they also had access to.

All of a sudden, a name launched to the forefront of her mind. A name she had heard her husband mention many a time before. He matched all of the needed qualifications that could help them... but he was not an easy man to get in touch with, even with her husband's help. Not only was he a fellow alpha, but he was the head of one of the largest and most powerful clans in the entire kingdom, which practically secured his influence, if it hadn't already been for the fact that his daughter was married to one of the most powerful men in the land.

By all accounts, he had no reason to help them remove Maeve from the palace. He would gain nothing from conspiring against Prince Xaden and risk tarnishing his good name for a girl he had no connection to. But damn it... they had to try.

Anything to restore Sarah's freedom and right all of the wrongs against her family.

"I think I know someone who could help," Victoria murmured thoughtfully, catching the attention of the two younger girls. "But getting to him won't be an easy task. I'd need to be careful in how I approach him about this." And for the first time since entering that cell, Sarah's eyes brightened." Who?" she pressed. "Who is he?"