All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 591 - Chapter 600

Ivonne's povI take a step back. “You’re being ridiculous.”“And you’re being reckless,” he counters.“Oh my god,dess” I hiss. “You are literally impossible!”He steps closer. “I’m going.”“No, you’re not!”“You can’t stop me.”“I can try!”We’re nose to nose now, fighting like absolutely deranged people, and I suddenly feel my frustration spike so high I want to throw something at him.He is stubborn.He is infuriating.He is unreasonable.And I swear his wolf is enjoying every second of this.My voice cracks with irritation as I shout back:“I was just trying to work! Why do you have to make everything so complicated?”I stare at Hector, still feeling the anger of the argument buzzing under my skin. My chest rises and falls too fast, and he’s standing there—ridiculously calm now—like the storm that almost blew the roof off this room didn’t just happen between us.For a second, I’m honestly terrified we’re too stubborn to ever work. We clash like flint and steel every single time. M

Ivonne's POV Well, Hector sounded Suspicious. Very suspicious. “Earth to Ivonne?” Justin waved his hand. “Where you listening? Or Did I lose you to your wolf brain?” “No, sorry. I’m here. Please Continue.” Thankfully, Justin easily slid back into the topic of the play. We agreed on the story structure, the tone, the target audience everything. Justin was proving to be thorough with his craft so working with him felt quite delightful. “Now We just need something big to launch it with,” Justin said. “A major event at your company that can anchor the show and translate the views into profit.” “That's true," I agreed. "But Like what?” I wondered. “Well…” He tapped the folder. “The upcoming campaign at your company should be a good anchor.” I frowned. “What campaign?” Justin looked at me like I had sprouted wings. “Ivonne. Mr. Archibald’s company has a massive campaign for the company every year. It’s practically famous. Tell me you knew that.” I blinked. Oh. Righ

Ivonne's pov “Because if you are,” he said seriously, “I'm sorry but I'll need to call Alpha Hector immediately.” My brow shot up at that. “W–What? Why?” The driver didn't respond immediately, but the look on his face was so horrified that I began to actually panic myself."Tell me," I pressed. "What about my going to the hospital is making you so terrified that you have to call Alpha Hector?" The driver blinked, genuinely confused by my confusion. “Ma'am, Alpha Hector addressed all the household staff last week. He said — and I quote — you must inform me immediately if Miss Ivonne is ever even slightly sick, distressed, or in danger. So watch her carefully." I stared at him, stunned. “And… then the Alpha threatened us ma'am,” the driver added casually, as if this was normal. “He said he’d personally break anyone’s legs if they wasted time reporting him if you were unwell, so I need to call him immediately.”My hands shot out to stop the driver who was now scrambling for his pho

Ivonne's POVIf Lincoln didn’t kill her, then someone else did.Someone I hadn’t even considered yet. Someone still out there.But Who? And Why?Wait. No. No. No.I shut my eyes hard.I wasn’t going to do this, I wasn’t going to stand in Dr. Charles’ office and start creating some imaginary new villain out of thin air with no proper evidence. Someone else who supposedly hated my mother enough to kill her.Not when It was more logical to suspect Lincoln.He had hated me enough. He had hurt me enough. He had abandoned me enough.Why couldn’t he have done this too?Why couldn’t it just be him?Why did this have to get complicated?I opened my eyes and looked directly at Dr. Charles. “Lincoln hated me,” I said bluntly. “You remember how he treated me. How he humiliated me. How he left me for days and weeks like I didn’t exist. You were there.”Dr. Charles exhaled and nodded slowly. “I remember. You cried a lot in those days. I… did my best to comfort you.”I swallowed, the memories burnin

Ivonne's POVI shoved the embarrassing tears back with the back of my hand so fast it almost startled me. No way—absolutely no way on earth was I letting Hector see me like this.Not when the vision I’d just had wasn’t even real. Not when my emotions were this messy and tangled and humiliating.So I straightened my shoulders, inhaled deeply, forced my voice into something resembling normal, and stepped out of the car.“Hi,” I said, trying to sound casual. “You’re home early.”Hector’s entire posture changed instantly. His shoulders squared, his jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed as he scanned my face like he was reading a danger report.“Ivonne? What’s wrong?” he asked immediately, his voice low, sharp, and too perceptive. "Did something happen?"“Nothing,” I said quickly, waving a hand in front of my face. “Relax. Something just… got in my eye.”He just stared at me.That cold, analyzing stare that told me he didn’t believe a single word.Before I could redirect the conversation,