All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

Adrian's POVThe second Louisa’s voice left her lips, a headache bloomed behind my eyes.“How much time do we have?” I asked, trying to keep my voice level, even though my wolf was pacing restlessly inside me.Louisa flicked her wrist, checking a slim watch. “Twenty minutes, maybe less if the royal guards don’t find traffic amusing today.”Connor cursed under his breath. Logan muttered something about locking every single side door. Ingrid just blanched and vanished toward the west wing before I could even assign her a task.And Kayla… poor Kayla looked completely lost beside me.“Adrian, what’s happening? Why is he coming?” she asked, tugging at my sleeve. Her wide eyes always undid me.I forced a calm smile, which probably came out more like a grimace. “Nothing for you to worry about, love. Everything’s under control.”She folded her arms, not buying it for a second. “If it’s under control, why did Connor just sprint down the hall like he’s about to fight a war?”I took her hands in

Kayla's POV Adrian’s words echoed in my head: Stay here. Wait for me. But the longer I sat in this ridiculously luxurious room, the more restless I became. I paced back and forth, my fists clenching at my sides. “Kira,” I whispered to my wolf, “what if he’s in trouble again? Or what if he’s… hiding something that can cause us to drift apart again?” 'He is our mate, Kayla, nothing in this world can make us drift apart from him,' Kira hummed in my mind, but I felt her unease too. I pressed my palm to my chest. No. I was not going to sit here like a pretty porcelain doll while my mate might be facing danger without me. I was not that weak, obedient Luna anymore. “I’m going to help him,” I muttered. I strode to the mirror and paused at my reflection because the necklace was still glowing. For a fleeting moment, I worried about the necklace’s dark whispers. Would it take control of me again? If I tried to use my powers, would it take over again? — but then Kira’s voice broke throu

Kayla POV I didn’t know how long I’d sat there beside him — my father. My real father. The man everyone thought was dead, the man my mother, Lady Rina, had apparently spent her last days protecting me from a world that was never meant to keep us safe. Every few minutes, I found myself studying the lines at the corners of his eyes. Trying to memorize him — this gentle way he spoke my name, the cautious way he kept brushing a hand over my hair like he was making sure I was really here. “I used to dream about this,” I murmured, my fingers curling tighter around the tea cup he’d pressed into my hands. “About you.” He smiled at me, and it did something strange to my chest. “I dreamed too, little one. Dreamed of a thousand ways to find you again, to pull you back from the hands that tried to snatch you from the enemies side.” I swallowed the tight knot in my throat. I could feel Adrian’s eyes on my back — hovering at the threshold of the small study. He hadn’t moved closer, hadn’t

Kaylas Pov “She was telling the truth,” Konstantine confirmed. “Your grandmother—your mother’s mother—was the last pureblood of her kind. When she died, your mother became the sole living carrier of their bloodline. Only women have the potential to become a Valkyrie." “I…” I could hardly breathe. “Why didn’t we find out any of this in our research before?” “Because Rina wanted to protect you. And so did I and Dominic.” He glanced at Adrian. “She was being hunted. The more people knew about her and especially your bloodline, the more danger you were in.” Adrian muttered under his breath. “This just keeps getting bigger…” I turned back to Konstantine. “So… after you caught her?” “She was injured,” he said softly. “I was supposed to lock her up. Interrogate her. But… she fascinated me. She was fierce and clever and terrified all at once. She aimed a blade at my throat even though she knew she was no match for a Lycan prince. She was trembling like a leaf—but she never droppe

Kayla POV I never imagined my life would end up like this. Not after everything I’d been through. Not after being betrayed, abused, lied to, hunted, and nearly killed—more than once. And yet… here I was. In Adrian’s arms, tangled beneath the softest sheets in a room that finally felt like home. His heartbeat was steady beneath my cheek, his arms a tight around me. I let out a quiet breath, my fingers lightly tracing his chest. “You okay?” he murmured sleepily, brushing my hair out of my face as he blinked down at me. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I’m just… a little overwhelmed.” Adrian’s arms tightened around me instantly. “You don’t have to be. You’re definitely safe now. I promise.”My wolf practically purred and I nodded but my eyes prickled with emotion. “Adrian… I have a father now. A real father. Eight brothers. A grandfather. You. And a baby on the way.” His lips twitched into a soft smile. “Don’t forget Ingrid, Logan, Hector, and Connor. You always had a family, Kayla. Even w