Semua Bab Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna): Bab 101 - Bab 110

Daemon’s Point of View "I, Daemon, Alpha of the Black Wolf Pack, reject you, Adriana, of the Silver Wolf Pack as my mate and Luna." Present Time "Please tell me that everything I remember is wrong!" I cried, tears rolling down my face. I didn't care that I was an Alpha because I was utterly horrified when the realisation hit me that I had rejected Adriana, my mate and Luna, the love of my life and the mother of my pups. The weight of my mistake and the consequences of my actions weighed heavily on my heart. How could I have done such a terrible thing to the person I cherished the most? The pain and regret flooded over me, and I longed to go to Adriana immediately to apologise and beg for her forgiveness The thought of the pain I had caused her was unbearable, and I desperately wished that I could turn back time and undo my rejection. The guilt consumed me as I grappled with the consequences of my impulsive decision. I could only hope that Adriana would find it in her heart to for

Adriana’s Point of View Listening to Melinda and Diana open up and reveal themselves for the disgusting traitors they were, the weight of the truth settled heavily upon me. The pain of Daemon's rejection still lingered, but it now mingled with a burning desire for justice. Determination surged within me, unyielding and fierce. I vowed to unravel every detail and ensure all guilty parties faced the consequences of their actions. "Imprison these two for treason!" commanded Perry, now the next highest Alpha under me. Leaving Melinda trembling in fear, I turned my back on the room, on the remnants of a shattered love. It was time to gather evidence of where Kree was and dismantle the intricate web of corruption that had ensnared us all. The path before me was treacherous and fraught with uncertainty, but I was no longer the broken, rejected mate. I had transformed into a force to be reckoned with. Still in my formidable Lycan form, I relentlessly searched the pack for Alpha Rikard. It

Adriana’s Point of View I have now officially moved into my mother's old house. Her room was now my bedroom, while my own room had been transformed into a nursery for the twins. Maye, thankfully, had agreed to move in with me as a full-time nanny. She settled into the spare room. Everything had changed. As I walked through the rooms of my childhood home, I couldn't help but notice the transformation that had taken place. Tyler, who was becoming an annoying good friend, had insisted on purchasing new furniture to give the house a fresh start. The sight of the unfamiliar pieces reminded me of the countless memories that were etched within these walls. Once adorned with cosy, worn-out sofas and a well-loved coffee table, the living room now boasted sleek leather couches and a modern glass centrepiece. The changes were striking, and while they added a touch of sophistication, they also felt somewhat foreign. I couldn't help but feel a tinge of nostalgia for the old, comforting furniture

Adriana’s Point of View After the meeting with the elders, I bid Tyler goodbye. We had agreed that he would look after the day-to-day responsibilities and only call me in for specific tasks that needed the Alpha. Unbeknownst to me, Daemon had set me up a while ago to be able to sign on his behalf. Later on today, the pack legal team would be coming through for me to sign the documents. Perry would be present as a witness. "So if the elders had refused for me to continue on as Luna and lead the pack, what would have happened?" I asked Tyler. "They would have been outvoted," he answered. "The Alpha's wishes outweigh everything." "But.." I started thinking back to his rejection. "But nothing," Tyler answered. "The Alpha was under blood magic and not able to make a sound decision. You are still Luna, regardless." Feeling somewhat better about my position and future in the pack, I went to the Medical Centre to sit by Daemon's bedside. "Morning, Luna," called the receptionist as I w

Adriana's Point of View It had been a long and arduous week so far, and there had been no signs of improvement in Daemon's condition. I was exhausted. Every day I made time to visit the Medical Centre to spend at least an hour with Daemon. I preferred to spend more, but sometimes Luna and mother's duties made that problematic. I had wondered about bringing the twins here. Maybe hearing them would help. Next time I would. Doctor Samuel had been candid about the recovery process, cautioning that it could be a slow and unpredictable journey. Still, each passing day seemed to stretch endlessly, and the hope that had initially buoyed my spirits was now waning. With the thought of continuing life without my mate, I found myself spiralling down an emotional abyss, consumed by feelings of despair and uncertainty. The only thing that kept me going at the moment was spending time with the twins. They were a precious gift, a living testament to the love Daemon and I had once shared. Their in