Todos os capítulos de Fated For Lycan's Luna: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

I looked at Vanessa and replied sternly, “As the Alpha, can you just put away your waywardness? Otherwise you will ruin the entire red moon pack!“And what makes you think that you could lecture me, the Alpha like that, huh? Chloe!” Vanessa retorted back, refusing to be outdone. “I, as the Alpha, had the final say on what would be happening to the pack!” She raised her head and stood up looking toward me so proudly. “Heh… Now you are openly and proudly declaring such a thing when you did a poor job in solving the border crisis and the rest of the pack’s business dealings?” I knew that if I didn't say my piece, Vanessa would not stop at anything. I looked at her and listed all her shortcomings as she stood there unable to understand why I am saying these things to her out loud. “For several times, you have already put the entire pack in danger because of your carelessness. If not for Father holding the fort and your sentry cleaning up your mess, the pack should have been long gone

After the conversation, I took Father to his room to check his condition. Lisa and Vanessa were also there, unwilling to leave their father in that state. I sighed in my heart as I saw their reactions. It really seems that their concern and affection toward their father was real. The only bitter thing was that, in the family they have in their minds, I was not considered a member.While I dutifully checked my father's condition and tucked him in his bed, no one in the room said anything. After ensuring that my father's condition stabilized, I quietly excused myself in the room and headed toward my own room to retire for the tiring day. “You must be gloating right now, are you Chloe?” Vanessa’s voice rang on my back as soon as I left the floor where my father is staying. “What makes you think that I am like that?” The long day and the dread about my father’s deteriorating condition is already giving me a headache, but Vanessa still wanted to test my limits with her hostile attit

Blake's POVMy head is buzzing as I rush back to the pack while Chloe’s words ring on my mind repeatedly. Part of me felt guilty and remorseful for letting her feel that way toward our pack.Perhaps, I have been blinded by the fact that none of those hypocrites in the Red Moon Pack would hurt her, that is why it never crossed my mind that she would also suffer great pressure to become the Luna everyone wanted.Another part of me, however, wants to ignore her feelings and drag her back to the pack. I want to no longer think about anything and focus on getting her to my side. This part of me scares me the most, but I also could not deny that it is what I truly wanted. The mess inside of me continued until I found myself already arriving in front of the Silver Pack. “Big brother!” Carrie rushed toward me in a warm embrace but she immediately let go while she was behind me. “Big Brother, did you find Chloe? Why is she not back? Everyone in the pack misses her so much…” Carrie blinked

Blake’s POV “Are the list for the food items already done?” A senior member of the Silver Pack asked a younger werewolf.“The list is already prepared. It’s just I heard they are having a hard time looking for some ingredients...” “Actually, those ingredients were prepared before... but during the attack, everything became wasted,” another said while shaking her head. “No worries. Everything is good. What matters most is everyone is alive and well. Our king is also doing fine. Now we just have to focus on preparing Carrie’s birthday party...” the senior werewolf said. “That’s right! Let’s work hard to prepare a grand party!” The other replied. Carrie’s birthday party was right around the corner and the members of the Silver Pack thrown themselves into preparing it. Inside my study, I looked at the window and gazed upon the flurry of activity surrounding me. Suddenly, I could not help but feel a heavy weight settling into the pit of my stomach. The vibrant colors and cheerful ch

Chloe’s POV The news of my father's demise spread like wildfire through the packs, leaving a trail of sorrow in its wake. It seemed as though the very air carried the weight of the loss, dampening the spirits of all who heard.Each and every members of the Red Moon Pack mourned. Surprisingly, Vanessa spared no effort in ensuring that the funeral was a grand affair. She took charge and orchestrated a funeral befitting my father's stature. Every detail was meticulously planned. I silently stood before the casket that held my father's lifeless body, a torrent of emotions surged within me. My chest clenched tightly and I could hardly breath. Inside, my heart was very heavy with sorrow. “You look like you are at peace,” I whispered softly as I touched the casket where my father was laid. In the past, my father was like a tall mountain. No matter what the situation was, he stood proudly and was filled with power. He held my life in his hand, and I could only helplessly follow him. The