Todos los capítulos de Luna's Perfect Revenge: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

That night, the Noctilux Palace appeared serene and silent. The sky was pitch black and devoid of stars, the cold air biting sharply, and the lights seemingly swallowed by the darkness. The atmosphere was unlike anything usual, as if the entire building were holding its breath, affected by the turmoil that had been raging endlessly since morning.Lennon staggered slightly as he stepped out of the car. His body felt heavy, as though he were a puppet whose strings were about to snap. He was so completely exhausted that even the cold wind of the Noctilux Palace could do nothing to help. His mind was tangled. His whole life felt ruined, crushed within a single day of humiliation.Ironically, time seemed to move slowly. Even when Lennon’s strength had already drained away, the day had not yet ended, ever since Estelle stood before him and slapped him with the most humiliating truth.His heart pounded chaotically, as though struck from within. His wolf spirit could not be calmed. His eyes w

As Estelle entered the gates of the Montague residence, the sun began to crawl down. Dusk fell behind the tall trees that lined the driveway, casting a reflection onto the bonnet of her car. It had been a long and exhausting day for her, full of noise, stares and open wounds.Estelle took a deep breath when the car stopped in front of the main door. The large house looked calm from the outside—too calm. There was no one waiting on the terrace, no doors were open and there were no footsteps as usual. Ironically, it was this very calmness that made the air feel heavy.Estelle did not get out of the car right away at that moment. Instead, she reached for the bag on the passenger seat and took her phone out of it. Swiping the screen, she saw a flood of notifications, including thirty-three missed calls from Gloria and twenty-seven from Kiara.Estelle froze for a moment, not the least bit surprised. She was certain that news of her affair with Wade had already spread far and wide. It was a

The night air was filled with the clang of metal and the choked sound of howls as Wade drove his claws into the neck of the last wolf still standing. The creature jerked and lifted a few inches off the ground, then Wade twisted and slammed it back down onto the cracked asphalt. The sound of breaking bones snapped clearly through the air. The wolf curled up, convulsed, and then lay still.Wade’s heavy breaths escaped as cold mist in the eerie silence. The smell of wild blood, hot metal and damp earth mingled to create a sharp night-time scent. His silver fur was still bristling, heated by the remnants of adrenaline. He scanned the area—eight bodies lay sprawled out, some in human form and some still in wolf form, their eyes hollow and hardened by death.Wade growled low before taking a deep breath and forcing himself to shift back. His bones rearranged themselves, his muscle fibres cracked beneath his skin, and his silver fur retracted into the human body. The shift left him feeling fa

Kiara straightened the collar of her shirt once more in front of the mirror. She made sure she looked as neat as usual, even though she felt devoid of energy. Her face still looked tired and her eyes were still swollen and faintly red—a result of sleeping with restless thoughts. She felt truly drained, yet she forced herself to go back to work—she had already taken too many days off, from Roland’s death to the scandal involving Estelle.After ensuring she looked presentable, Kiara took a deep breath. She moved towards the door.She had just turned the doorknob when the sharp ring of her phone sliced through the quiet morning. Her steps halted instantly. She turned towards the table with a slight frown. It was unusual for anyone to contact her this early.The phone kept ringing and Kiara decided to answer it. Walking to the table, she picked it up and paused when she saw the caller’s name on the screen. A second later, she finally took the call. “Hello.”Her grip on the phone tightened

Even though the day had already changed, the suffocating silence still blanketed Teryndale House. The quiet felt tense, even though the estate was always bustling from sunrise. Activities continued—servants working according to their schedules and respective duties, their footsteps blending with the clinking of cutlery, the hum of the coffee machine and the rustle of fabric as silk curtains were drawn open one by one in every room—unceasing, yet everything felt heavy, as if a cold fog had wrapped itself around the entire old building.The long oak-panelled corridors echoed with hurried footsteps coming from the end of the west wing. Those steps were not calm, but more like the restless tapping of someone trying and failing to swallow terrible news.Delila Pendleton appeared first. Her casual attire looked worn because she had been tugging at it repeatedly without realising. Her blonde hair was neatly styled as usual, but her face was tense and her eyes look