A Luna of Ice : Reborn for vengeance 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 521 - 챕터 530

Ivonne’s POV The house felt strangely quiet after Mr. Larry left. Without him, all I had were Hector, Lincoln and Alison.... all of who were not my favorite people right now. So Mr Larry's presence had been like a blanket for me. His words were steady, warm and grounding. When the door closed behind him, an uncomfortable silence filled the dining room again, and for the first time since the fight, I noticed how raw my hands actually felt. I turned them over slowly. The skin around my knuckles was slightly red, faintly sore. I’d probably bruised myself after all. Before I could decide whether to get ice, the door opened and Hector stepped in. He didn’t say anything at first. His piercing eyes scanned me carefully, his jaw tense. Then, without a word, he crossed the room in those confident, unhurried strides of his that somehow always made me feel like prey being cornered. I took a small step back. Not because I was scared — or at least that’s what I told myself — but because I

authors Pov: please I'm a little sick so the next two chapters might not be greatIvonne’s POVBy the time the concubines were led away for their room assignments, the manor felt smaller — suffocating, even. Their perfume still lingered in the air, cloying and sweet, and I could swear I still heard the faint sound of giggles echoing down the hall.Hector stood at the base of the stairs, arms folded, expression carved out of stone.I crossed mine too. “So,” I said flatly, “concubines.”He didn’t even flinch. “They’re necessary.”“Necessary?” I repeated, incredulous. “For what? Decoration?”His eyes flicked toward me, cold and calm. “For appearances. The council expects a ruler to maintain alliances. Having concubines shows stability.”I let out a humorless laugh. “Oh, yes, stability. Because nothing screams ‘stable’ like a harem of women lounging in my living room.”“Watch your tone, Ivonne,” he warned softly.“No,” I snapped, stepping closer. “I will not watch my tone. You brought the

Ivonne’s POV When I woke again, the room was dim, the soft evening light slanting through the curtains. My head still throbbed faintly, and the last thing I remembered was Justin’s face above me — the worried look in his eyes before everything went black. Now, he was still there. Sitting quietly by the window, scrolling through his phone. “...You didn’t have to stay,” I said hoarsely. Justin looked up immediately, relief softening his features. “You scared everyone, you know that?” “I didn’t mean to faint,” I muttered. “The cameras were just… overwhelming.” “I figured,” he said gently. “They were relentless. Like sharks that smelled blood.” I sighed and rubbed my temples. “I’m fine now. Really. You can go back to whatever you were doing before saving me from total humiliation.” He gave a small smile. “What if I told you this is what I was doing? Guarding fainting heiresses.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re impossible.” Before he could reply, the door opened — hard. Hector stepped

Ivonne’s POVSevrin’s smirk widened. “Now that’s the spirit.” But I didn't care I just needed air. Real air. Not the kind that came with perfume and tension and twenty women staring daggers into my back. I turned on my heel, brushing past Justin before anyone could stop me. My head was pounding, my heart even worse. I couldn’t stand another second in that suffocating room full of fake smiles and fluttering lashes. “Excuse me,” I muttered, not even glancing at Hector. I didn’t trust myself to look at him without saying something I’d regret. But I’d barely made it halfway across the hall before I heard his voice — deep, clipped, authoritative. “Ivonne.” I froze, my hands curling into fists. Of course. He wasn’t going to let me go that easily. “I need to talk to you,” he said, his tone calm but carrying that undercurrent of command that always made my spine stiffen. “I’m not in the mood, Hector,” I shot back, not turning around. “You’ve already done enough today.” Behind me, I

Ivonne's pov Despite his sarcasm, he was oddly encouraging. He would occasionally murmur, “Good call,” or “Don’t let her intimidate you,” when I dismissed a particularly arrogant woman. I caught myself feeling strangely grateful for his support — until Hector appeared at the edge of the courtyard, his presence instantly shifting the air. Sevrin stiffened beside me. I turned just in time to see Hector’s narrowed eyes on Sevrin. “You seem very invested in helping my fiancée,” Hector said coolly. Sevrin didn’t flinch. “You told me to assist her.” “Yes, but you have been overly friendly with her since you first met." I looked between them. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. He’s just helping me choose your mistresses, Hector. You could at least pretend to be grateful.” “I am grateful,” Hector said through clenched teeth. “I just find it strange how friendly my usually cold Gamma has suddenly become.” Sevrin met his Alpha’s glare evenly. “Thats because I'm her fan, I watched one of her plays