Semua Bab Return Of The Unwanted Luna (You Can’t Have Me) : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Darius’s P.O.VSlowly, terror gripped me by the throat as Elodie’s words kept ringing through my head. My eyes met with that of Susan and my heart slammed against my ribcage. Murmur and gasps filled the whole room, triggering all the senses in my head. Susan’s head shook, tears pooling in her eyes as she kept waving her hands dismissively. “No, everyone, she doesn't know what she is saying. It is a prank, right?”She attempted to touch Elodie who slapped her hands off. “Get your dirty hands off me!”The murmur in the room began to intensify as everyone began to express their shock.Elodie and Susan are sisters?I thought they were best friends turned enemies.How is any of this even possible? ‘How is any of this possible’ That was the same question that I had asked myself repeatedly because now that I thought about it, it didn't make any sense!Despite the bad blood between Susan and Elodie, Susan loved Zack like her own. She was always taking him to her house, taking him to parks,

Darius’s P.O.VSophia, the girl who had her fiancé killed in the attack that was carried out by Liam, began a petition about how I needed to step down from my position as the Alpha. After leaving the press conference to refute Sophia’s accusations, I removed my tie angrily, running my hands through my hair frustratedly. I was sure that the council members were the ones who put her to it since they have been looking for ways to make me step down from my position as the Alpha. Finn, who ensured maximum security, caught up with me. “Alpha Darius, the council members are calling for an urgent meeting and I suspect that it is concerning Sophia’s…”I stopped in my tracks, squeezing my eyes shut in a bid to control the anger that coursed through my veins. “Inform them that the meeting won’t hold as I am a busy man”Finn nodded curtly. “Alright Alpha Darius and concerning the triplets, they have been spending more time with Marcel’s aunt recently. They spend the weekends at her place most o

MARCELFor a second, I was confused about why Mae’s voice echoed downstairs but when Elodie and Mae began to argue, something snapped in my head. Pain sliced through my head like a knife as the memories rushed in. Memories of me sending Mae out of my house, memories of me warning her to never show her face before me, memories of my wife and I being in Hawaii before Darius struck by kidnapping her, using wolfsbane on me and hitting my head till I lost consciousness. Goosebumps spilled over my body because it felt like I had just woken up from a nightmare. My heart pounded in my chest, anger, rage, and fury seeping through my veins as my eyes widened in shock. I swiveled my gaze around the whole gallery, everyone had shock boldly written on their faces as whispers filled the whole room. Then slowly, all the lies that I had been fed rushed into my mind. Lies from Axel and Mae. Lies that didn't even make any sense. Axel left the culprit just to turn Elodie who was the victim into a v

Marcel “For the funeral flowers, mix them with a touch of roses because she loved roses a lot, orchids, chrysanthemums, and hydrangeas. I will meet up with the funeral proceedings later, goodbye.” I disconnected the call, crossing my legs while shifting my gaze back to Mae who had tears streaming down her cheeks, her voice barely above a whisper. “Pl-Please…I promise you that if you let me go, I will never disturb you again” Watching her with a calm smile on my face, I glanced at the men who gripped her by the arms firmly, commanding. “Continue” As a scream tore from her lips, the man behind her forced her head back into the water. Splashes of water here and there. Then her head was forced back up as she gasped for air, her chest heaving up and down and when her eyes met mine, she pursed her lips and burst into tears. “Please give me a second chance” I raised a brow in confusion. “Second chance? Do you even know why I gave you a second chance in the first place? Because Axel pl

Darius’s P.O.VThe cacophony of the reporters and journalists who tried to get the perfect spot filled my ear. As their cameras flashed, I mounted the podium, the weight of the moment pressing down on me as I leaned forward and adjusted the microphone.As soon as I cleared my throat, the murmurs died down and silence enveloped the whole room while I flashed a smile at everyone and most importantly, exchanged eye contact with the reporters whom I had paid to report good news about me and ensure that Marcel gets woven in a controversy somehow. Like using Mae’s death against him. Everyone needed to know that he was a murderer and the only thing I needed was to divert the public’s attention away from me and make Marcel suffer the harsh scrutiny from the public. “Ladies and gentlemen…” I paused, steadying my breathing and for some weird reason, fear slowly crept through my mind. What if my mental instability surfaced at this crucial moment? Apart from when I played golf with some of my