Alpha's Hidden Precious Luna-Chapter 123

Lily POV

I couldn’t move. Couldn’t speak. I sat huddled in the corner, arms wrapped around my knees, staring at the destruction. The vision. Hazel’s warning. It had been real. How had it been real?

Celeste was the first to recover. She rushed to my side, crouching down. "Lily, are you hurt?"

She started checking me for injuries. “Are you okay? What happened?”

I shook my head numbly, barely able to process what had just happened.

Grandpa Marcus stepped forward; his face grim as he examined the wreckage. "That wasn’t an accident," he murmured.

I barely heard him.

All I could think about—

Was that I had seen it.

Seconds before it happened.

And Hazel had known.

What the hell was happening to me?

I sat there frozen as everyone crowded around me, their concerned faces swimming in my vision. Celeste’s hand was on my shoulder, and I could feel the tremors of worry running through her fingers. Everyone was asking questions at once, their voices overlapping into concern that made my head spin.

"I’m fine," I managed to croak, though my voice didn’t sound convincing even to myself. My body still trembled from the shock, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.

Celeste’s grandparents hovered nearby, their faces etched with worry. Grandpa Marcus bent down slightly, scanning me for any injuries. "That ceiling didn’t just collapse out of nowhere," he muttered. "Are you sure you’re not hurt?"

I nodded again, swallowing hard. "I swear, I’m fine."

Celeste frowned but didn’t push. Grandma Elena reached out and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, her touch gentle. "You gave us quite the scare, dear," she murmured.

They kept pressing, kept asking what had happened, if I was hurt, where I’d been. Through it all, my uncle stood silently at the edge of the group watching me intently, his face unreadable in the dim hallway light.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of questioning, he spoke up. "Let her be, she’s clearly shaken and overwhelming her with questions won’t help," his voice cut through the chatter like a knife through butter. Everyone fell silent, turning to look at him. "Lily, would you like to stay in my room tonight? I can take the couch in the living room."

Before I could answer, Celeste jumped in. "No, she should stay with me." She squeezed my shoulder gently.

I hesitated, glancing between my uncle and Celeste. As much as I wanted to be alone to process everything, I wasn’t sure I should be. With a quiet nod, I turned to Celeste.

"I’ll stay with you."

Celeste’s expression softened. "Okay, let’s get you settled."

I barely remember falling asleep, but when I opened my eyes, it was morning and the sun was already high in the sky and streaming through the windows. My body felt heavy, as if I’d slept too deeply.

My head felt clearer, though the events of the previous night still lingered like a half-remembered dream. When I made my way downstairs, the sound of excited chatter drew me to the dining room.

Everyone was there, gathered around the table, their faces bright with morning enthusiasm. They all greeted me warmly as I entered, and Celeste immediately gestured to an empty chair.

“Lily!" she called, smiling. "Good morning, sleepyhead. Come sit, breakfast is almost ready."

I offered a small smile and started walking toward the table, but suddenly, the world around me shifted. It was like watching a movie play out before my eyes. A maid was pushing a food cart loaded with a perfectly roasted turkey and other dishes. As she made to enter the dinning room, the wheels of the cart caught on the rug at the entrance of the dinning room.

And then she stumbled. The cart tipped over and food spilled everywhere. Then just as quickly as it had come, the vision vanished, leaving me standing in place, frozen.

“Lily?”

I blinked, realizing everyone was looking at me strangely and my uncle was saying something.

“Did you hear what I just said?"

I swallowed and shook my head, muttering an apology. “I’m sorry.”

My hands felt clammy. My gaze darted toward the rug at the entrance of the dining room. It looked... completely normal, lying flat against the floor.

I let out a slow breath, shaking my head. Maybe I imagined it.

Almost immediately, the maid came from the kitchen, rolling a cart of food just as I had seen in my vision. My chest tightened.

She approached the dining room entrance. She made it past the front of the cart without incident, and nothing happened. I felt relief wash over me, forcing a small smile at my own paranoia.

I had just started to turn toward my chair when I heard it – the horrible crash behind me. When I spun around, the scene from my vision had played out exactly as I’d seen it: the maid sprawled on the floor, food scattered everywhere, the cart lying on its side.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe.

It had happened. Exactly as I had seen it. What was happening to me?

While everyone rushed to help the maid and clean up the mess, picking up the food and ensuring she wasn’t injured, I just stood there. I didn’t even realize my uncle was beside me until I felt his firm grip on my arm.

Before I could react, he dragged me gently towards the table, seating me down forcefully.

He poured me a cup of tea.

"I—" I started, still dazed. "I don’t—"

"Drink," my uncle ordered, his voice quiet but firm.

I stared at the tea, my mind still trying to piece together what had just happened.

"I don’t want—"

"Trust me," he interrupted. "You need it."

I turned to him. “What do you mean?”

He exhaled slowly, “When you first start seeing the visions and having the intuitions, you’ll basically be picking up the smallest of things that’s to happen,” he said quietely. “Little things. A misplaced object. A minor accident.” His fingers tapped against the table. “But with time, you will learn to ignore the insignificant ones and concentrate on the more important ones that will save lives.”

I turned to him, shock coursing through my body. “You knew?” I whispered.