All Chapters of A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Adrian’s POVI didn’t like the way Hector was looking at Kayla.And I hated the way she didn’t immediately pull away.It made something sharp twist in my chest, something dark and possessive.And then Hector had the audacity to grin at her and say, “We should continue this conversation later, Kayla. Maybe over dinner?”Absolutely not.Before she could respond, I stepped forward, putting myself directly between them. “She’s busy.”Hector’s smirk widened. “Oh? I don’t recall you being her schedule manager, brother.”I clenched my jaw. “She’s busy,” I repeated, my voice leaving no room for argument.Kayla blinked, clearly startled by my tone.Hector, on the other hand, looked amused. He glanced at Kayla. “Well, if you ever find yourself not busy, you know where to find me.”I exhaled sharply, my patience thinning. “Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”Hector chuckled. “Fine, fine. I’ll back off… for now.”I didn’t respond. I just turned to Kayla. “Come with me.”She hesitated for a seco

Author's note: Hii, If you are enjoying this story so far, please leave a comment so I can keep it up. Thanks in advance.Kayla’s POVThe second Adrian left, I slumped against the nearest surface and covered my face with my hands.My heart was still pounding.I could still feel his touch.His fingers had barely grazed my skin, but it was enough to send shivers down my spine. And it wasn’t just his hands.It was the way he looked at me—like I was something precious, something worth protecting. No one had ever looked at me like that before, not even Xavier who had pretended to love me.My face burned as I slowly lowered my hands.I almost couldn't believe that just happened.I had almost kissed Adrian. Or he had almost kissed me. Either way, Connor had ruined it.I let out a frustrated breath, my mind replaying the moment over and over. If Connor hadn’t knocked on that door, would Adrian have actually done it?Would I have let him? I swallowed hard when I realized the answer.Yes.The

Kayla's POV I could barely keep up with the guards as they led me down a long, dimly lit corridor. My hands were clammy, my stomach a tangled mess of knots, and my heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.I had no idea why I was being brought to the council hall, but the way the guards flanked me on either side, their expressions blank and unreadable, made my nerves skyrocket.Something was wrong.Terribly wrong.When the large double doors at the end of the hall finally loomed ahead, my steps faltered. The guards didn’t stop, and before I knew it, they pushed open the doors, revealing the council hall in all its intimidating glory.I froze.The room was huge—far bigger than I could have ever imagined a pack would have. Grand marble pillars stretched high up to the domed ceiling, the intricate golden chandeliers casting a regal glow over the long, crescent-shaped table where more than a few dozen councilmen were seated.And every single one of them was staring directly at

Kayla’s POV I must have misheard him. There was no way Adrian just said what I thought he did. I blinked at him, trying to process the words that had just left his mouth. “I’m sorry—what?” Adrian stood in front of me, his face annoyingly unreadable as he repeated himself. “You’ll be staying in my room tonight.” I choked. “Are you serious?”Adrian let out a low chuckle. “Oh, I'm very serious.”"Is this really necessary?” I pulled away and crossed my arms, feeling a little too exposed under his sharp gaze. “I mean, come on, do they really expect us to actually start so soon—” “Yes,” Adrian interrupted, his voice calm but firm. “They do.” I frowned, my heart pounding. “But why? It’s not like the council is going to stand outside the door and—” “They don’t need to but-" He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving mine. “They already suspect that our marriage isn’t real. If they think I’m just using you to avoid a political match or avoid your banishment, they’ll find a way to force

Adrian’s POV The moment Candice stormed out, I exhaled through my nose, rubbing my temples. She was a damn headache, always had been, but this? Fighting with Kayla? That was crossing a line. A part of me wanted to drag her back and remind her—no, make her understand—that Kayla was mine now. But then my gaze flickered to Kayla. Half-naked in my room. Her towel barely clung to her curves, exposing smooth skin that made my fingers itch to touch her. My wolf stirred, watching her just as intensely as I was. She was stunning, standing there, defiant despite what had just happened. My future wife. Arranged marriage or not, I never wanted her to leave. I wasn’t supposed to feel like this. This whole thing was just a deal—a political arrangement—but looking at her now? I was excited. Hell, more than excited. I was desperate for this marriage to be permanent. I wondered if fate was playing with me—either pushing us together or laughing as it tried to pull us apart. K