All Chapters of The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back!: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Kira’s POV“Why is it so damn hard to get drunk?” I yelled at no one in particular, tossing the empty glass across the study table. It clinked off a stack of files and rolled uselessly onto the floor like it too had given up on life.Of course, no one answered.Because no one was here.Ashton had left a few minutes ago for a night hunt with some of the elite guards. Said it was routine. Said he’d be back by morning. Said I needed rest.He really needed to stop saying shit like that.Trisha was with Alex, supposedly finishing her lesson but I checked the monitor a few minutes ago and Bella had already taken her to bed, said she fell asleep mid-pronunciation drill with a crayon still stuck behind her ear. Typical.And now?Now I was stuck in this oversized estate, with no one to kill, no one to yell at, no Ashton to annoy and no daughter to spoil.Just me. And my very frustrating inability to get even the slightest buzz off four bottles of liquor.I slammed the fifth bottle down on the

Kira’s POV"Mommy, wake up!"Trisha’s voice rang in my ears, high and urgent, followed by the rapid thumping of her tiny hands shaking me like she was trying to restart a dead engine.I groaned, my head splitting in two as I rolled slightly, only to hiss and bury my face in the pillow. The world was spinning. My throat felt like I’d swallowed a flame. And my brain? A battlefield between memory and regret."Let Mommy sleep more, darling," Ashton’s voice cut in, low and too damn calm for the chaos in my head. “She’ll be awake soon.”“No! She promised to take me riding today! She promised!”Ashton chuckled softly. “She probably didn’t expect to drink four bottles of wine last night.”Make that five, I wanted to grumble but even my thoughts slurred.Wolfroot. Ugh. My entire body felt like it had been hit by a magical train and then thrown into a burning lake. Goddess, what the hell was in that stuff?Then it hit me.Last night.The wine. The fire. The kiss...Alex.I sat up so fast I near

Kira’s POV"Mommy."Her voice was soft, trembling, but it yanked me out of sleep immediately. The knock that followed was hesitant, but I knew that sound. That was not a tantrum. That was fear.I untangled myself from Ashton’s arm with a quiet curse, his warmth still wrapped around my back. “Dress up,” I said quickly, already sliding off the bed and grabbing my robe. “Trisha’s by the door.”He sat up groggily, rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”“Late,” I muttered, already halfway across the room. “Too late for her to be up.”The second knock came as I reached the door, quieter than before, almost like she didn’t want to wake anyone else. That wasn’t like her. Trisha never knocked like that unless something was wrong.I opened the door fast.She stood there in her unicorn pajamas, hair messy, clinging to her favorite plush fox like it could protect her from the world. Her cheeks were streaked with tears, and her lip trembled as she looked up at me.“I had a nightmare,” she whispered.

Kira’s POVThe first thing I felt was the heat.Not warmth, heat. A crawling, pulsing kind that wrapped around your lungs and dragged poison through every breath you took. The air in Nicolas’s domain reeked of blood and burning fur, of sulfur and bone dust, of every soul that had ever died screaming here.We stepped forward.The obsidian corridor groaned beneath our feet like it was alive. Runes pulsed dimly along the walls, wards carved in blood and bound with soul magic. Strong ones. Old ones. The kind that fed off pain.Ashton kept close behind me, blades already drawn, his energy focused and deadly calm. “This place was built for torture,” he muttered. “It’s a fortress of agony.”I didn’t respond.I didn’t need to.The fury inside me was thick enough to drown in.I could feel William. His signature was flickering but it was there. Tethered to the pit of my soul. That was all I needed.A screech echoed down the corridor, sharp and sudden.Then silence.Then... sniff sniff.A wet gr

Kira's POVMy heart was hammering against my ribcage as Ashton and I approached the door pulsing with violent, raw power. Every breath I took was thick with static, the air humming like the walls themselves were vibrating. The corridor trembled beneath our feet, the light from the torches flickering wildly with each surge of energy. I didn’t need a spell or a tracker to know it was William. The magic was him. Wild. Angry. Afraid.We reached the final door, runes carved deep into the obsidian, glowing red and gold, not from enchantment but from the pressure of what was locked inside. Ashton raised his blade, but I held out a hand, stopping him."No," I said softly, eyes locked on the door. "You can’t go in there."His brow creased. "Kira, what are you talking about? We have to get him out.""His power’s unstable," I explained, turning to face him. "You feel that? That energy could rip you apart. He doesn't know who you are. He doesn’t know anything right now except pain and fear. If yo