All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

OliviaDeciding that I wouldn’t let the Elders’ trepidation get in the way of my daily routine, I decided to take a walk through town that morning, hoping that the fresh air and the familiarity of the streets would help clear my mind.The crisp morning air ruffled my hair as I made my way down the familiar path with Elliot and Aurora nestled comfortably in the stroller.The birds sang their usual songs, but today, their melodies seemed laced with unease. People I passed seemed different. There was a shift in their mannerisms; hushed whispers were exchanged, and heads turned my way with furtive glances.It used to be that our morning strolls would elicit smiles and a handful of women cooing over my babies, each one eager to hold and cuddle them. Today was different. The very same neighbors who had celebrated their birth now took deliberate steps to distance themselves from us.As we moved deeper into the heart of the town, I noticed Mrs. Patterson, an old woman known for her sharp tong

OliviaThe room had seemingly been silent for a while before I walked in.Nathan’s blue-green eyes, normally full of warmth and joy, were now shadowed with a troubled glint. The faint glow from the setting sun poured through the windows, casting a soft amber hue that added to the heavy ambiance.“Nathan?” I asked, my voice quivering slightly as the past two days’ events whirled around in my mind, filling me with an automatic sense of dread. “What’s wrong?”Nathan said nothing, but as I set foot into our living room, my attention was immediately drawn to a piece of paper clutched in his hand. I knew from the weight of the look in his eyes that it held news—and not the good kind.“Nathan?” I called, my voice echoing a hint of apprehension. He looked up, eyes not entirely focusing on me, lost deep in his thoughts.“Olivia,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost broken. “You need to sit down.”Without waiting for a response, he gestured to the chair opposite him. The ticking of the wall c

NathanThe Council chamber was a place I had visited countless times, but today, the air inside felt heavier, the weight of a thousand decisions and conflicts pressing down on me. The walls seemed to whisper the tales of meetings past, of verdicts made and lives changed forever.Entering the dimly lit chamber, the prominent figures of the Elders met my gaze. Each face told a story—a story of wisdom, of experience, and today, perhaps, a story of judgment.“We convene today on matters of grave importance,” Elder Amara began, her wise and yet sharp eyes locked onto mine. “Nathan, this issue cannot be ignored any longer. Have you made your decision? Will you hand the child over?”“I never intended to ignore it,” I replied, trying to keep my voice level. “But the solution isn’t as simple as giving up a child, my child.”Elder Enoch nodded slowly. “These are not normal circumstances, Alpha Nathan. The death of the Ancient Wolf is not just another hiccup in our history. It’s a dark prophecy

OliviaThe stillness that had settled in the room was unsettling, like the foreboding calm before a storm. As the Elders' receding footsteps echoed in my ears, I clutched the eviction notice, its presence an icy reminder of the cruel reality that was unfolding. The paper felt like a traitor in my hands; lifeless yet filled with the weight of our ancestors' history.Nathan and I were locked in a gaze, our emotions threatening to spill. His face was a canvas of a myriad of emotions – anguish, resolve, fear, and defiance. The room, once filled with warmth and love, now felt cold and alien.“Pack your bags, Olivia,” Nathan’s voice sliced through the air, as sharp as a winter wind. His tone, devoid of its usual warmth, sent shivers down my spine.“What?” I stammered, unable to comprehend the gravity of his words. “Just like that?”“Yes,” he said, turning and heading back inside. “Just like that. And make it quick; we don’t have much time.”My eyes were so wide I thought they might fall out

OliviaNathan and I stood in the driveway with Angela, the warm morning sun casting elongated shadows on the ground. As I stood there in shock, taking in what was happening, a distant murmur caught my attention.We both turned simultaneously, our eyes widening in surprise. From the horizon, what seemed like a sea of people was advancing towards the villa. Their numbers, impressive and unexpected, appeared to surge like a tidal wave, a moving entity of unity and purpose.Beside us, Angela’s lips curled into a knowing grin.“You see that?” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief and pride. “Those are the voices that the Elders have tried to silence for so long. They’re tired of the stoic and traditional rule, tired of having no say in things. They want a new era, an era of democracy for the pack.”The gravity of the situation dawned on me. These were not just individuals. They were a collective, a group bound by a common purpose and determination to see change.As the crowd drew near