Todos os capítulos de Missing Luna: She Is Mine: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

LISA’S POV"Carelessness is a luxury we can't afford." Jonas's voice cut through the silence like a knife later that night, making me flinch. He glared at me with cold fury, his eyes piercing my soul. "Especially not when it comes to Scarlett."I lowered my head, unable to meet his gaze. A surge of guilt and anger washed over me—conflicting emotions that tore at my composure. I was aware of my mistake, yet I felt I didn’t deserve his wrath."I'm sorry," I whispered, hoping he would forgive me. "It won't happen again."He sighed, his face softening a bit. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of frustration. "Look, I know you didn't mean to cause trouble, but you have to be more careful. You don't understand how delicate our situation is. We're walking on a tightrope here, and any slip could send us tumbling down."I nodded, feeling the pressure of his words. I knew he was right, but it was hard to accept. I wanted to live freely and go back to my brothers, but I couldn't.I had to

ASHER’S POVIn the privacy of my room, I found myself pacing like a caged beast, each step echoing my growing restlessness. I had managed to deter my brother Jonas from claiming Lisa as his mate, but the ticking clock of uncertainty gnawed at me.How long had it been before he sought the council’s permission? The idea that Jonas might possess knowledge about Lisa that I lacked was a persistent thorn in my side, continually pricking my curiosity. Moreover, the fact that she bore an uncanny resemblance to Kiara only served to further fuel the fire of my imagination.She possessed the same delicate features, yet she was not Kiara, not my mate. I found myself at a loss, uncertain of how to approach Lisa under the hawk-like surveillance of Jonas. It was as if he kept her under lock and key, a precious gem hidden from prying eyes. His possessiveness was palpable, as though he feared someone might uncover the truth or snatch her away from him.But who could blame him? She was a rare beauty,

JONAS POVA storm of jealousy rages within me, threatening to consume my sanity. My brother Asher’s infatuation with Lisa is a relentless thorn in my side, a ceaseless, gnawing torment that seems to amplify with each ticking second of every interminable day.I hate to admit it, but I’m currently at my wit’s end, trying to make him understand that Lisa is mine, and mine alone. His mate, Kiara, is gone, swallowed by the cruel jaws of death.Yes, I know this much because I was there that fateful night. I was a silent witness to her demise. I planned every single detail, from the moment she was deceived to the moment she met her end. Therefore, there’s absolutely no room for doubt.Kiara isn’t coming back; I’ve made sure of that. The sooner that fool, Asher, understands this and moves on, the better for him. Lisa may bear a striking resemblance to Kiara, but it’s nothing more than a bizarre twist of fate.I was wrong to believe that making him obsessed with Lisa would lead her to become mi

LISA’S POVThe early morning sun crept in through the window, forcing me to stir awake. I opened my eyes groggily to see Jonas standing over me, his gaze intense. Startled by his close proximity, I quickly pushed myself off the floor and into a sitting position.“Good morning, Master Jonas,” I greeted, my voice barely above a whisper as I lowered my head, the cool earth pressing against my forehead.Silence hung heavy between us, his response absent. Yet, I could feel the intensity of his gaze, as if it were a tangible force searing through me.Curious to find out what could be the matter, I lifted my eyes and met the piercing gaze of Jonas. His eyes, dark as the midnight sky, were ablaze with a fury that sent shivers down my spine.He leaned in closer, his breath warm enough to tickle the tip of my nose. “What were you dreaming about last night?” he demanded, his voice as sharp and cold as a blade slicing through the winter air.I bit my lip, refusing to allow him access to the secre

ASHER’S POVA groan escaped my lips, its sound muffled by the soft pillow beneath my head. The room was bathed in a golden glow, the sun’s rays piercing through the gaps in the curtains, casting a warm, dotted pattern across my face.“What time is it?" I murmured to myself, realizing the sun was already high up in the sky. I should have been up and running by now not cooked up in bed.As I attempted to rise, a sharp, piercing pain shot through my skull like a lightning bolt, instantly forcing me back onto the bed with a startling thud.“Ow!” I cried out, my hands flying instinctively to my temples. My fingers pressed into the skin, trying to soothe the throbbing ache that pulsed beneath. “What in the world happened last night?” I muttered to myself, the confusion evident in my voice.I sat there, lost in a fog of confusion, trying to piece together the fragments of the previous night. My last clear memory was of myself, hunched over my broken study desk with a glass in hand. But now,