All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 511 - Chapter 520

Ivonne's pov Ivonne,” he said again, this time softer. The sound of my name in that tone—low, steady, almost reassuring—made my words falter. He exhaled, then spoke slowly, like he was choosing every word carefully. “You don’t need to worry about that. I’ll guide you every step of the way. You have nothing to fear.” I blinked at him, caught off guard. “You… will?” He nodded, eyes steady on mine. “No matter what happens, I’ll make sure you’re not alone in this.” For a second, I just stared at him, trying to process what I’d heard. It wasn’t a dramatic promise, not filled with tenderness or emotion. But something about the quiet certainty in his voice made warmth bloom in my chest. “Thank you,” I murmured, almost shyly. He gave a small nod, as if brushing it off, and gestured toward the bed. “Now, sleep. You’ve had enough drama for one day.” “I’m not tired,” I lied, even though I could barely keep my eyes open. “Sleep anyway,” he said firmly, pulling the blanket down for me.

Ivonnes povI blinked. “Then I what?”He didn’t answer.I stared at him, trying to piece it together. Tea… I did remember drinking something warm before lying down. The maid had brought it in and said Hector sent it to help me relax.Wait.My heart stopped.“The tea,” I whispered.Hector looked at me warily. “What about it?”I turned to him slowly, my hands trembling. “A maid brought tea to my room that night. She said it was from you. She said you wanted me to rest.”He frowned, clearly confused. “I never sent any tea, Ivonne.”For a moment, I just stared at him, the words echoing in my head like a thunderclap. He never sent any tea.“I… I drank it,” I whispered, horrified. “I drank all of it, and that was when i started feeling drowsy.”He took a slow step toward me, his expression darkening. “What did the maid look like?”“I—I don’t remember,” I stammered. “She had her head bowed. I thought she was one of the regular staff Lincoln hired for parties. I didn’t even look closely.”Hec

Ivonne's pov I really tried but I couldn't stop my mouth from watering at the sight. Hector's chest was sculpted like something out of a marble statue, every muscle defined and glistening slightly with droplets of water. My eyes trailed down before I realized what I was doing — and immediately snapped up again. Oh, for heaven’s sake. What the hell was wrong with me?!And why the hell was he so shameless?! Could you not?” I muttered, looking away. “Not what?” His voice was all mock innocence. “Walk around like that!” He looked down at himself, then at me. “You act like you’ve never seen a shirtless man before.” “I—well—Youre half naked!,” I stammered. “And in my room!” He smirked. “Your room? You mean our room, Madam Ivonne.” I groaned. “Dear goddess, just take me now” He laughed — a deep, rich sound that made my stomach twist in ways I didn’t like. Get it together, Ivonne. I turned my back and muttered under my breath, “I probably just need to get laid, that’s all.” “Wh

Ivonne's pov A gold digger? Sleeping her way to the top? That's how he described me to the world?! The room went very still. Alison’s lips parted like she’d expected it, like she’d set the stage and now was waiting for applause. Mr. Larry’s face was impossible to read, perfectly practiced neutrality. “It’s already trending,” he said. “One billion views and climbing.” One billion. The number multiplied in my head and became not a figure but a weight. People were watching. People were laughing. People were convinced that I had slept my way into everything. Hector’s fingers dug into my hand. His voice was so low it was almost a growl. “Who fucking leaked this?” Mr. Larry tore his eyes away from the screen and raised a silked eyebrow. “It appears someone tied the story to one of the social accounts that pick up celebrity gossip fast. It was seeded about thirty minutes after the will reading. Whoever had access to the will details—” My mind was a spinning wheel. Thirty minutes.

Ivonne's pov I gasped when I realized what I had just done. I had shattered an expensive Porcelain cup on the head of a handsome looking stranger who looked like he was about to wring my neck. “Oh my God,” I gasped, covering my mouth. “I—oh no—are you okay?!” I rushed over before anyone else could move. “I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t see you there!” Hector burst out laughing behind me, nearly doubling over. “Oh, this is priceless.” “Hector!” I snapped. “He could be hurt!” The man’s jaw ticked as he glared at Hector, then at me. Up close, he was intimidating—tall, broad-shouldered, and radiating authority. There was something feral about his eyes, too. “Don’t worry,” Hector managed between laughs. “He’s fine. He’s been hit by worse.” The blonde man’s glare darkened. “Keep talking, Alpha, and I’ll show you worse.” I blinked, startled. “Wait—you two know each other?” Hector straightened, still smirking. “Ivonne, meet Sevrin—my Gamma. He’s a Lycan.” I froze, staring. “A