Todos os capítulos de Fake Vow, True Luna: Capítulo 281 - Capítulo 290

Olivia“Stay back, Olivia,” Nathan said, his voice stern and commanding. “I need to deal with this traitor.”Nathan’s words sent my instincts on edge. Inside of me, my wolf’s voice echoed clear and proud.“Don’t let these men kill each other,” she said. “It’s not worth it.”My wolf was right; this fight was silly. The real battle was over. I had found the artifacts, and with one command, I knew that I could make all of this stop. They were just fighting over feelings now.“Nathan,” I said, ignoring the heavy stares of Alvin’s men, “it’s not worth it. We can deal with him later. We have to get home.”“Oh, can you?” Alvin asked, cocking his head to the side. “Olivia, you know you don’t want him. Ever since we were kids, you always had a special connection with me.”“Alvin, whether you want to believe it or not, Nathan is my mate,” I said. “And look behind you! Our home—your home—is under attack!”At my words, I saw Alvin’s face freeze slightly. But he didn’t turn to look. Maybe he could

OliviaThe journey to the villa felt as if it stretched on for hours, though in reality, it was probably a mere span of minutes.Every second was punctuated by the clash of claws against flesh, the howls of pain, and the scorching scent of fire that tickled the back of my throat. The menacing shadows of Ryan’s men seemed endless, but with Nathan by my side, and the newfound power surging through my veins, I felt unstoppable.“Olivia!” Nathan yelled, as he fended off two attackers. “Left!”I barely had time to process his warning before I felt the rush of air to my side. Instinctively, I swung around, my hand connecting with the jaw of a burly man who had been aiming for my throat.The force of my blow surprised me; he crumpled to the ground, unconscious.“I told you,” Nathan grinned, slashing at another opponent, “it’s never dull with you.”I smirked. “Let’s get to the villa. The kids need us.”Darting forward, I was almost overwhelmed by the strength of my new senses. The scents of f

OliviaAs we headed back upstairs, the weight of the recent events began to press themselves upon me.I clutched Aurora and Elliot closer, their soft breaths a stark reminder of what was at stake. The villa’s battered walls, although scarred, offered a momentary sanctuary.Nathan, though worn, moved swiftly, ensuring all entrances were secure. His protective instincts in full throttle, it warmed my heart to see him so dedicated to our little family.Angela, with Clint leaning heavily against her, settled into the main living room. Her medical supplies were quickly laid out, her focus entirely on Clint’s injuries.Laying the twins down in their makeshift crib, I approached Angela. Her face was drawn, eyes clouded with worry, but not for Clint.“Levi... he’s still out there," she murmured, glancing towards the door. “He was fighting alongside the townsmen. He was so brave, Olivia.”The raw emotion in her voice made my heart constrict. “He’ll be alright, Angela. Levi’s strong, and one of

OliviaIn the wake of the attack, the town looked desolate—buildings were burned and shattered, the streets were littered with debris, and an air of uncertainty lingered. The once vibrant marketplace lay in ruins, a stark testament to Ryan’s destruction.But amidst this desolation, I found a shimmer of hope.Everywhere I looked, our pack members were hard at work, aiding the injured, clearing the rubble, and setting up temporary shelters. It was nothing short of awe-inspiring to witness their resilience.From the youngest members to the eldest, everyone pitched in with an unwavering spirit.“Miss Olivia!” called out a voice. Mrs. Simmons, an elderly member of our community, approached me. Her usual straight posture was slightly hunched, and her hair, normally tied up neatly, was slightly unkempt. But her eyes, those were as sharp as ever.“I want to apologize,” she began, taking a deep breath. “I was among those who doubted you, especially when you refused to hand Elliot over. But see

The full moon shone brilliantly, its light spilling through the window and painting the twins’ nursery in ethereal shades. All around the room, the little animals that Nathan had so carefully painted seemed to be watching me, mocking me for what I had done and for what I was hiding.Meanwhile, the twins slept peacefully, their gentle breaths rhythmic and soothing. And yet, despite the tranquility, a storm of emotions raged within me. Nathan’s unwavering gaze, those piercing blue-green eyes, the color of the ocean right before a summer storm, filled with a combination of concern and suspicion, bore into me.It was becoming impossible to hold onto my secret. But if I could just hold on for a little longer, if I could just handle this on my own, maybe it would be better than admitting to Nathan what I had agreed upon with the witch.“Nothing happened in the mines,” I said, my voice shaking despite my attempt to keep it steady. “I just found the diamond and got out. It was frightening, an