All Chapters of The Betrayed Luna Strikes Back!: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Kira's POV. "What surprise are you talking about Mommy?" Trisha asked, giggling as Ashton played with her."You'll see when we get there darling." I gave her a wink and she gave me that suspicious look that could freeze hell.It was Ashton’s idea to take Trisha to William’s room and it was perfect. She hadn’t stopped bouncing since we told her there was a “big surprise” waiting at the end of the hallway. Her little feet padded against the marble floors as she skipped ahead, Ashton pretending to chase her with exaggerated stealth, making her squeal with laughter. For a moment, it felt like the world was normal. Like we weren’t scarred by war, betrayal, and blood.I clutched the door handle, heart hammering. William was inside. Rested. Calm. Still healing but stable enough for this moment. He didn’t know she was coming. I wanted it that way. He needed to feel the shock of joy. After everything… he deserved it.“Ready?” I asked, glancing back at Ashton who had Trisha slung over his shou

Kira’s POVWilliam and Trisha were currently turning my living room into a full-on war zone. Blasts of raw energy pinged off enchanted walls, guards were dodging behind columns, and Bella was shouting something about “child-proofing the damn palace before it crumbles,” but I? I was happily nestled inside my protective shield on the couch, sipping iced moonberry tea, scrolling through the latest headlines.“Alpha Nicolas: DEAD. Murdered by Ex-Luna Kira Wells.”Oh, I loved the sound of that. It had a poetic flare to it...an ex-Luna’s vengeance headline plastered across every pack territory scroll like a damn badge of honor. Finally, the world knew what I was made of.A shriek from the hallway broke my moment.“TRISHA! STOP AIMING AT MY HAIR!”“IT’S NOT YOUR HAIR, IT’S A TARGET!”“IT’S MY HEAD!”A guard sprinted past me with half a boot missing, and a bit of his pride, too. Trisha and William flew right after him, Trisha cackling with a foam crown on her head and William levitating three

Kira’s POV“So, he’s working for Christopher now?” I asked slowly, the words tasting like acid as I stared down at the thick file in my hands. My fingers curled around the edges of the folder, and I had to consciously stop myself from tearing it apart. Inside were the answers I didn’t want but needed. Photos, records, spell logs… even letters in a familiar, cursed script.A smirk tugged at my lips, but it wasn’t one of amusement. No, this one was sharp...surgical. The kind of smile you wear when you’ve already decided someone’s death, and now you’re just choosing the method.Ashton stood by the window, arms folded, his voice grim but steady. “Not just working for him. He was placed here by Nicolas long before the first strike. His job was to monitor your magic, read your routine, study Trisha… gain your trust. He was supposed to delay you when the brothers moved. But then you struck first.”“And ruined their perfect little timeline,” I finished with a quiet laugh, swinging the chair a

Kira’s POV"It's not enough, Ash. I want every single piece of filth he’s keeping in that rotten head of his." My voice cracked, my knuckles bloody, and with one last punch, I dislocated his jaw so hard that the snap echoed off the walls. His body slumped in the magical restraints, unconscious, barely breathing.Ashton was beside me instantly, grabbing my wrist before I could draw another spell. “Kira, stop. Look at me. You’ve already extracted too much. Any more and he’ll die. He’s not a god. He’s a tool. And tools are more useful, sharp, not broken.”I tore my hand away, panting, furious. "You think I care if he dies? That thing walked into my home. He looked my children in the eye and smiled. He lied to Trisha. He stood there every day pretending to protect her while feeding information to the same bastards who ripped my sons from me!"Ashton didn’t flinch. “I know. But this rage? It doesn’t serve us yet. Tomorrow, we finish it. Today, we’ve gotten enough to map half of Christopher

Author’s POV"HOW?!" Christopher snarled, his voice echoing through the dark chamber as his foot slammed into the table, sending shards of glass and scattered papers flying. The wooden frame cracked from the impact, pictures fluttering down...images of Nicholas’ charred remains, Alex's mangled body, and a single bloodstained feather stamped with Kira’s crest. Mockery. Pure, deliberate mockery.“She sent me his fucking ashes in a black box,” he growled, pacing back and forth like a caged beast. “His ashes. Like a damn souvenir!”His beta, Marcus, stood silently near the wall, wisely keeping his distance. He had never seen Christopher this unhinged. And he had witnessed a lot.Christopher ran his hand through his hair, eyes bloodshot, teeth clenched as he kicked the broken table again. “She was supposed to die with them! That bitch was supposed to rot with the rest of her cursed bloodline! But she is still out there? Stronger?! Smiling?!”“She’s not the same woman from years ago,” Marcu