All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

Kayla's pov I swallowed hard, the weight of the diary pressed tightly against my stomach beneath my shirt. The fabric rustled slightly every time I moved, and I held my breath, hoping no one would notice the obvious bulge beneath my shirt. My heart thundered in my chest with every step I took out of the library. I shouldn’t feel like a thief—I wasn’t stealing, just borrowing. But if anyone knew what I was hiding, especially Adrian… “Kayla, wait,” his voice called sharply. I froze. I thought he'd already left but it seems he was waiting outside the hallway. I turned slowly, my pulse kicking into full panic mode as I faced him. He was standing near the archway of the corridor, with his sleeves rolled to his muscled forearms. i hadn't noticed it before but his hair was tousled like he hadn’t slept, and his eyes locked on me with a seriousness that made me feel exposed. He looked down for a split second, then back up—his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Can you give me a minute

Ingrid's pov I stirred a small pinch of valerian powder into Luna Kayla’s tea with shaking fingers. It wasn’t enough to knock her out—just a little dose to make her sleepy until evening. She was already so exhausted from all the research and emotional chaos that I doubted she’d even notice. Still, I hated myself for doing it. “I’m sorry,” I whispered under my breath as I slid the cup across the table toward her. “Just sleep until tonight. Let me handle this.” Luna Kayla looked up from the half-torn journal with a furrowed brow. “Thanks, Ingrid,” she murmured, taking a sip. “You’re the best.” I smiled tightly and nodded, then slipped out of the room before my guilt made me confess everything. By evening, she was drowsy as expected and curled up with another diary she could barely keep open. I waited until I was sure she’d fallen asleep before I slipped on my cloak and headed toward the outer halls of the palace. As I turned the corner near the gardens, I nearly collided

ingrid's pov I had barely closed the door behind me when the weight of the night dropped on my shoulders. My thoughts were racing—not just from what Lady Elizabeth had told us about Lady Rina, but also from how Beta Connor had walked me home like a gentleman. There was a time I’d scoff at the idea of feelings. I’d spent so much of my life watching from the sidelines, being useful but never... desired. Not like that. And yet, tonight, something had shifted between Connor and me. That quiet moment outside her door. The way his fingers brushed mine when he handed me my cloak. The way our eyes lingered. I shook the thoughts from my head. I needed to focus. My priority is Luna Kayla. I slipped inside her quarters as quietly as I could, careful not to wake her. But to my shock, she was already awake. "Ingrid? Where have you been?" I gave her an excuse of looking for more diaries and she believed me. She scanned the damaged diaries, asked me a few questions then decided to head of

Kayla's pov I stared at the torn edge of the diary page again, as if it might stitch itself back together if I stared hard enough.It didn’t.I sighed and pushed the book away, frustration curling in my stomach like a fist. That was the third one. Three different entries, all damaged. All ripped from history just as they started to say something real—something important.And I had no idea who was doing it.Ingrid swore she didn't know how it happened and ofourse i believed her, But that didn’t make the missing pieces magically reappear. And until I figured out what they were hiding from me, I couldn’t rest.I leaned back in the chair by my bedroom window, pressing the back of my hand to my eyes.A knock at the door made me sit up fast, heart thudding.“Ingrid?” I called.No answer. Only silence.I stood and walked to the door cautiously, opening it just enough to peek through.No one was there.But on the floor, neatly arranged, was a bouquet of creamy white roses and pale pink lilie

Adrian's pov I’d never been so nervous sending flowers before. It had taken me fifteen minutes just to write the damn note. What could I say that didn’t sound desperate, but still showed how much I needed her? In the end, I’d scribbled the note and sent it. When her reply came back that she agreed — they were just a few words but I had to stop myself from fist-pumping like some adolescent. The whole day, I kept checking the time. I hadn’t been able to focus on work, hadn’t been able to sit still. But dinner... dinner had been worth every agonizing second of waiting. She looked stunning, even though she hadn’t tried to dress up. Or maybe it was because she hadn’t tried. She’d smiled at me nervously, and when she agreed to give us another shot, it felt like I could breathe again. And then the sex —goddess, the sex. It was amazing. I ran a hand through my hair now, staring at her sleeping form. Her hair spilled across my pillow, her cheek nestled against her arm, lips still parted