All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Kayla's pov When Adrian and I stepped into our assigned room, the first thing my eyes landed on was the enormous bed in the center of the room. My heart immediately quickened as awkwardness thickened the air around us. Adrian coughed lightly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, that's certainly…roomy." I swallowed hard, feeling the heat spread across my cheeks. "Too roomy. For you. Because you'll still be sleeping on the couch." He chuckled, clearly trying to ease the sudden tension. "Come on, Kayla. We've shared a bed plenty of times." "Yea, well things were different then," I snapped, quickly turning away before he could see my expression fully. "I'm not ready to go there again." Adrian sighed softly, sounding disappointed but understanding. "All right. The couch it is. For now." "For now?" I raised an eyebrow at him, trying to hide my fluttering pulse. He flashed me a cocky grin. "I'm an optimist." I rolled my eyes, fighting the warmth in my chest. "Drop your bags and go

Kayla’s POV My heart pounded so loudly that I was certain everyone in the car could hear it. I squeezed my fists against my thighs, desperately trying to steady my breathing as Logan carefully navigated the familiar streets of my childhood. Everything felt too real, too close—like the memories I'd worked so hard to bury were now reaching up from beneath the soil to drag me under. “You okay?” Adrian asked quietly, turning to look at me from the front passenger seat. His eyes, usually sharp and guarded, were soft with concern. I managed a forced smile, swallowing hard before responding. “Yeah. I'm okay.” “You sure?” he pressed gently, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “It's not too late, Kayla. We can still stop and take you back to the hotel. No one would blame you.” I stared out the window, watching the houses roll by, remembering each one from childhood memories I'd rather have forgotten. “No. I have to do this,” I said firmly, though my voice trembled slightly. “I need

Kayla's POV My heart was racing at the thoughts of what I had just found. I was on my way to meet Adrian downstairs but the silence in the hallway pressed against my ears. The picture I had tucked into my pocket before rushing down burned in my mind.How was Lady Rina connected to my parents? Connected to me? Connected to Alpha Dominic? I moved quietly through the halls of the house I grew up in, even though I knew nobody else was living inside. Or at least… that's what I think.But then again, the house was a little too clean for something no one had touched for years. But maybe I was imagining things."Adrian?" I called when I got downstairs and didn't see anyone."Down here!" He shouted and I immediately realized where he was. The floor creaked softly under my weight as I headed down the narrow corridor toward the basement door. I hadn’t thought about that space in years. I used to walk by it dozens of times a day. As a child, I always wondered what was behind it. I remember o

Kayla's pov I didn’t want to believe it. I refused to believe it. I had kissed him. I had slept with him. My entire body shuddered. “No. No, it can’t be,” I whispered, shaking my head. Ingrid rose to her feet. “Kayla, you don’t know for sure.” “I look like her, Ingrid. Even you have said so. And now there’s this picture. The weapons. The adoption records he found. It’s all… it’s too much. I'm so confused.” Ingrid tried to place a hand on my shoulder, but I stepped away. “I was intimate with him, Ingrid. What if—what if I just slept with my brother?” “Stop. Don’t do that to yourself,” she said gently. “I'm sure that there's more to the story. We don’t know anything for sure yet.” I looked down, clutching my arms to my chest. “It doesn’t matter. I can’t undo it.” She hesitated. “Then… what are you going to do?” “I don’t know. I want to scream. I want to run. I want to destroy every lie that brought me here.” “Luna Kayla…” “I’m scared Ingrid.” She came closer thi

Adrians pov Logan slid a phone across the table. I picked it up—and froze.There was a black and white picture of a photograph, it was worn at the edges but still clear. It was of a younger version of my father, Alpha Dominic, standing beside a very very familiar woman… My heart skipped a beat.Kayla? No, that wasn't possible because it was an old picture. That meant that this was another woman.A woman who looked like too much Kayla. No, she didn’t just look like her. She could’ve easily been her. “Who is she?” I asked, my voice hoarse. “Lady Rina,” Logan said. “That’s the name I found linked to Kayla and Ingrid’s recent library search. She is the founder of an orphanage in the south." Lady Rina. The name echoed through my thoughts. “That’s not all,” Logan added. “There are whispers that Lady Rina was… involved with your father.” My throat went dry.Was this the same Lady Rina I had heard whispers about?. The woman my father never talked about. The one who mysteri