Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE LUNA I NOW CRAVE: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Vanya POV I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my phone as the glow of the screen illuminated my worried expression. The comment I had posted under Cian's taunting message was still racking up likes and responses, a flood of reactions pouring in from all corners of the internet. People were taking sides, speculating, laughing, jeering-it was all one big, twisted circus. But the thrill of throwing Cian's arrogance back in his face had worn off. Now, doubt gnawed at me. Have I done the right thing? I couldn't tell if my response had been an act of defiance or a rash mistake. I had wanted to hurt him, to put him in his place, but the fear of retaliation lingered like a dark cloud. Cian was not the type to take public humiliation lightly, and I knew this spat was far from over. Lost in my thoughts, I nearly jumped when I heard a soft knock at the door. Marco stepped in, looking pale but determined. He was moving slowly, still recovering from the ordeal of that night, but

Cian POV I walked into the room where David was slumped against the wall, blood dripping from the gash across his face. The sight was unexpected, to say the least. David had always been one of my more reliable men---sharp, quick on his feet, and not prone to getting caught off guard. But now, here he was, looking thoroughly defeated, a crumpled figure nursing his wounds. My lips curled into a cruel smirk as I crossed the room, my footsteps echoing ominously in the silence. "Well, well, what do we have here?" I drawled, crouching down in front of David. "You really did let a weak, wolfless girl beat you up? Damn, David, you're getting rusty." David winced, both from the pain and the mockery in my tone. He looked up at me, his expression a mix of shame and frustration. "She had a silver dagger," David muttered defensively. "What did you want me to do? She was aiming to kill." I arched an eyebrow, leaning in closer. "And you're telling me that you, one of my best men, cou

Vanya's POV:I walked quietly into Marco's room, my footsteps light on the hardwood floor. I grabbed the doorknob and pulled the door open. The room was dim, the soft glow of the lamp casting long shadows across the bed where Marco lay sleeping. I walked over to his bedside, His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the once-pale color of his skin slowly returning to a healthier shade. It was a relief to see him like this, to know that he was getting better after the horrific ordeal with Cian. I reached down to adjust his blanket, tucking it carefully around him. As I did, something hard and angular brushed against my fingers under the pillow. I hesitated, my heart skipping a beat as I pulled out a small, worn leather-bound journal. I knew instantly that this was one of my father's journals. But what was it doing here, under Marco's pillow? Glancing back at Marco to ensure he was still asleep, I slipped the journal under my shirt. I left the room quietly, a sense of unease

Cian POV I leaned back in my leather chair, my eyes narrowing as I considered my next move. The plan was starting to take shape, each piece falling into place like a well-crafted puzzle. My fingers drummed rhythmically on the polished wood of my desk as I gazed out of the large window of my office, the view of the sprawling city below doing little to quell the dark thoughts brewing in my mind.David had been a disappointment --- getting himself beaten up by Vanya, of all people, had been nothing short of embarrassing. But now, he was going to be given a chance to redeem himself. And I was nothing if not strategic; I knew how to use people, how to bend them into doing exactly what I needed. That was my gift, my power. It is why I'm the alpha, why I rule with an iron fist."David," I said, my voice low and calculated as I looked across the room at my subordinate. David was still nursing the bruises from his last encounter with Vanya, his face a mess of healing cuts and fading discolora

Vanya's POV My hands trembled as I gripped the steering wheel, my mind racing with the encounter I'd had earlier that day. The woman's words echoed in my ears, a haunting whisper I couldn't shake. "I'm your mother, Vanya." The declaration had stunned me, leaving me frozen in shock before my fury surged forward. There was no way. My mother had died years ago---both my parents had. This had to be one of Cian's sick games, another twisted trick to mess with my head.As I pulled into the driveway of my home, the heavy weight of doubt settled in my chest. Marco had always been the one person I could trust, the man who had raised me and protected me when no one else would. If anyone were to know the truth, it would him. I pushed open the door to the house, my footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway as I sought him out.Marco was in the living room, reclining on the couch with a book in his hands. He looked up as I entered, his expression softening as he saw the worry etched on my face."V