Semua Bab A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance : Bab 481 - Bab 490

Lincoln’s POV The heavy oak doors closed behind me with a soft thud, and for a moment, I just stood there, staring at the back of my grandfather’s head. Mr. Archibald Stone. Even now, at his age, he managed to look like he could command an army with nothing but a glance. His grey hair was combed perfectly into place, his posture impossibly straight. He was seated behind his massive mahogany desk, a desk that looked like it belonged in a museum rather than a home office, with shelves towering around him filled with books and files. I’d grown up being both terrified and awed by that man. Some things hadn’t changed. My chest still felt tight, and I hated that—hated that he could still make me feel like a nervous child. “Lincoln,” he said, without even turning, his tone formal, clipped. No warmth. There never was with him... He was He finally looked up, those sharp steel-gray eyes piercing straight through me. “It’s been a while. Sit.” I nodded stiffly and sank into the chai

Ivonne’s POVThe palace was so breathtaking that I almost forgot how miserable my night had been. Almost.The man who had picked me up—still nameless to me—led me through tall arched doors into a wide marble hall. Every inch of it shone like it had been polished daily. Tapestries lined the walls, depicting wolves, moons, battles, and forests. The ceilings were impossibly high, chandeliers glittering with light that reflected off the shiny floor.I walked in silence, clutching his coat tighter around me, terrified of making the wrong sound in a place like this. He said nothing either, just walked briskly like he had a purpose, and I tried not to feel like a stray dog being escorted somewhere important.Finally, he opened a wooden door with ornate carvings and gestured inside.“Wait here,” he said shortly.I stepped in, and he closed the door behind me without another word.It took me a second to realize it was an office. The room was warm, decorated in deep woods and velvet, with a ma

Hector’s POVThe call ended with my mother’s soft “I love you.” I sat there a moment longer, staring at the silent phone in my hand. A sigh dragged itself from my chest, heavy and tired. Same conversation. Different day.“Alpha, forgive me but you sound like a dying bear right now,” Leonard’s voice broke the quiet.I lifted my gaze to him where he leaned against the doorframe, arms folded, watching me with that casual concern he always wore. Leonaed was my beta and Adrian’s gift to help me, or maybe his gamble to make sure i didnt fuck up his father-in-law's fomer pack. It depends on how you looked at it.He was Gamma Logans younger brother and had proven himself to be loyal and dependable over the last few years.“What is it this time?” Leonard asked, tilting his head. “Your mother again?”“Who else?” I muttered, running a hand through my hair. “She never lets it go.”Leonard grinned faintly. “Ah. The marriage thing?”I gave him a sharp look. He had the decency to keep his grin cont

Lincoln’s POVIt has been weeks now, that's all I could think about. Alison was giggling I'm the background but the sound of her irritating laugh grated on my nerves before she even touched me. She leaned against my shoulder, sliding her hands across my chest as though I were some prize she’d already won. “Lincoln,” she purred, dragging out my name in a voice that once might’ve sounded appealing if I’d had enough whiskey in my system, but I unfortunately did not. “You’ve been so tense lately. Why don’t you let me take your mind off things?” Her nails trailed along the edge of my shirt collar, sharp and insistent. Once upon a time, I might have let her. Now it only pissed me the fuck off. I shoved her hand away, not too roughly but enough for her to stumble back a step. “Not now, Alison.” Her eyes narrowed. “Not now? It’s always not now these days. What the hell is wrong with you?” What was wrong with me? It has been fucking Weeks! It had been too many long and painful weeks sin

Ivonne’s POVThe sound of my phone ringing snapped me out of my shock.I flinched, realizing I’d been staring blankly at the TV for far too long. The news headline still burned in my mind—Mr. Archibald Stone is dead. Survived by his grandson Mr. Lincoln Stone and his wife, Mrs. Alison Stone.Wife. it had been over a year but That word still felt like someone drove a knife straight into my ribs.I blinked rapidly, reaching for my phone on the dresser. My heart skipped when I saw the number. Not a saved contact. Not even one of those spam-looking ones. Just a clean, unknown number.That was strange. Extremely strange.My number wasn’t public. Lady Elizabeth had gone out of her way to make sure it was almost untouchable when my career began to rise. I had the kind of number that was filtered, screened, and practically impossible to get unless I gave it out myself.So who—?Against my better judgment, I swiped to answer. “Hello?”“Miss Ivonne?” A male voice, firm but polite, came through