All Chapters of The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Kira's POV. My inside boiled as I watched Micheal dragging the crying Trisha out of the car, my baby was looking so frail and she was crying for her brothers. It hurts that I had to separate her from her brothers but it was a necessary step to get all of them to me. It must be hard for them...hard for them to see the men who had once loved them changed drastically. I thought they loved us too, they used me and sold me off when they couldn't end me, and now, they are going to use them too.. It's sickening. "Your daughter is truly beautiful." Ashton mumbled and I blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes."She's a diva though she's not at her best now, she's looking so sick, I wonder what their mentally challenged father had done to her..." I paused and allowed the tears threatening to consume me to fall, "I'll get my children back from them and I'll take pleasure in killing them, all of them, I'll make them pay for every pain they made me and my children to g

Kira's POV "Ready to take Michael down, sweetheart?" Ashton asked, handing me one of my favorite daggers. I smirked, twirling the weapon between my fingers before leaning into him, brushing my lips against his. It was meant to be a brief kiss, a quick taste before we left for battle, but as I started to pull away, Ashton’s hand shot up, gripping the back of my neck. Before I could react, his mouth was on mine, hot and demanding. His tongue thrust into my mouth, teasing, dominating, playing tag with mine. A small gasp escaped me, not from shock but from the raw hunger he poured into the kiss. It was reckless, intoxicating, and completely distracting...exactly what he wanted. Annoyed at his audacity, I smirked against his lips and, without hesitation, brought the dagger to his throat, pressing the cold steel against his skin. He froze, his grip on me loosening just slightly as his golden eyes darkened with amusement. "You crazy fucker," I muttered, my lips brushing against

Kira’s POVMy first strike sent Michael flying across the rooftop, his body slamming into the concrete wall with a sickening crack. The force shattered the stone behind him, dust and debris crumbling at his feet. He coughed, blood splattering onto the ground as he struggled to lift himself.I tilted my head, watching him suffer, feeling my power crackle at my fingertips. It was hungry. I was hungry."I'm gonna give you a slow death, Michael," I said, taking deliberate steps toward him. My voice was steady, but the storm inside me was anything but. "The worst death imaginable. It’ll serve as a message to your brothers..." I paused, flexing my fingers as flames sparked in my palm."—a message of the darkness I will bring into their lives."Michael groaned, rolling onto his side, his body trembling from the impact. But I wasn’t done.I wanted him on his feet. I wanted him to fight back.I raised my hand, sending another pulse of power into the ground beneath him. The rooftop shook, crack

Christopher’s POVMy mind burned with rage and unimaginable pain as I watched the news on the massive screen in front of me.The words echoed in my ears, stabbing through my skull like a million blades."Alpha Michael...presumed dead. His fortress burned to the ground. The infamous Dark Angel, Kira, has made her first move against the men that betrayed her."The images of blackened ruins, of charred bodies, of absolute destruction flashed across the screen.Michael was gone.Kira...that fucking lowly Omega...killed my brother.Burnt him.Didn’t even leave his body for us to bury.I roared, my vision bleeding red as my claws shot out, my wolf snarling inside me."That fucking bitch!" my wolf seethed, his voice dripping with pure hatred. "She didn’t just kill him, she erased him! She humiliated him! She tore apart everything we built!"A sharp crack echoed through the room as I kicked the coffee table, sending it flying against the wall. It shattered into useless pieces, much like the c

Kira’s POV "Morgan Lycan?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper. The words felt foreign, unreal, yet they echoed in my bones like they had always been a part of me. I narrowed my eyes at the old witch...though calling her "old" felt ridiculous. She looked no older than a teenager, her skin smooth, her features delicate and flawless. But I could feel the ancient energy pulsing from her. She had lived for centuries. And she knew things. Things about me. "Yes," the witch confirmed, folding her hands in front of her. "Your kind were believed to have gone extinct long ago. But... Well, it seems you survived what wiped out your entire clan. Which is strange because the force that eradicated them made sure no one was left alive." I exhaled sharply, my hands balling into fists. I was finally learning about my origins. I should be thrilled. I should feel something. But all I felt was...hollow. Like I had just opened a door to a past I wasn’t sure I wanted to wal