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

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A bond

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

Meeting Justin

IVONNE'S POV I stayed in the bathroom for a good ten minutes after I was sure Hector had left the room. Not because I needed that long to change my outfit or fix my hair—no. I was hiding from Hector. Or rather… recovering from his growing effects on my senses. The moment I sensed he’d walked out and the hallway door closed, I finally exhaled and leaned my back against the cool tiled wall. Thank the Goddess the mind link was now shut. Because earlier—when his voice had slipped into my head feeling warm, calm, and deep like it belonged in my bones—I’d nearly lost my balance. Literally. My knees had gone soft like I was a teenager hearing her crush say her name for the first time. And there was a second where I was scared that i might actually moan out loud.Dear goddess, I would have died from embarrassment if that had ever happened.But could anyone blame me for reacting like that?After all, I had never, ever felt anything like that in my life before, and that was because Mos

The deal

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

Facing truths

IVONNE POVThe moment I stepped outside the restaurant where I and Justin had just finished our meeting, I felt the cool air hit my face andexhaled like I’d been holding my breath for hours. Turning down his offer to go home with him shouldn’t have been such a big deal. It was a simple decision — no, I’m not staying over to work on the play because I don't want to --which is a Logical, professional and polite answer.Simple and End of discussion But No, it hadn't been as simple because for whatever reason, it had all revolved what Hector wanted.As I walked down the driveway, my thoughts were spinning so loudly that I almost missed a step.Why had Justin's simple offer felt like such a dangerous choice?I tried to tell myself it was simply because I didn’t want to cause trouble… but the truth kept poking at me like a sharp needle. The truth was that I didn’t want Hector to misunderstand anything about me. I didn’t want him thinking I had stayed late in another man’s house, alone,

Back to where the pain started

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

Confronting Dr Charles

Ivonne's POVWalking through the automatic doors of St. Mary’s Hospital felt like stepping into a ghost I’d been avoiding for two years. Everything still smelled the same... sterile, cold, and faintly like disinfectant. My chest tightened, but I forced myself toward the reception desk.“Good afternoon,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I need to see Dr. Charles.”The receptionist looked up, annoyed at first, but her eyes suddenly widened. “Wait… Ivonne? Miss Ivonne?” she gasped. “Oh my God, it’s been years! You look—wow—completely different.”I gave her a polite smile. “Thank you. Is Dr. Charles available?”Her expression softened but turned conflicted. “Um… I’m really happy to see you, but Dr. Charles doesn’t take walk-ins anymore. And since you are no longer part of the Stone family, You’ll need an appointment and the waitlist—”Before she could finish, a familiar voice called from behind her.“Ivonne?”I turned. Dr. Charles stood there holding a clipboard, staring at me li

Painful memories

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

A dream that could never be mine

Ivonne's POVI watched the nurse’s face carefully, trying not to look like a desperate woman begging for scraps of information about her ex-husband’s life. But my heart was already beating too fast, and it only sped up when she opened her mouth to answer.I couldn't even explain why I was reacting like this, but all I knew was that I needed to know. I needed to know if Alison was carrying the child I hadn't been able to have with Lincoln.The nurse looked nervous, actually nervous. Her fingers twitched with the money she held, and I leaned in slightly without meaning to."Tell me." I urged her.“Um… Mrs.—sorry, Ms. Ivonne,” she corrected herself quickly, “But I… I don’t actually know the results of Mrs. Alison’s test.”I blinked. “You don’t?”“No,” she said, shaking her head firmly. “She made sure I didn’t see anything.”A pinch of disappointment tightened my chest. It was unwanted, unwelcome, and stupid. I shouldn’t care. I shouldn’t have even asked. And yet… I had.“Oh,” I said quie

Hectors bold step

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,

He popped the question

Ivonne's POV I froze. My heart physically stopped. Because in his hand, he held a ring. A ring I recognized instantly. It was his mother’s. Lady Elizabeth. A delicate band of interwoven silver, marked with Lycan runes—an heirloom passed down through generations. I had only seen it once in a portrait. My breath caught in my throat. “Hector…” I whispered, voice trembling. “What—what are you doing?” He lifted his eyes to mine—those intense, beautiful eyes that could shatter or soothe with a single glance. “I know,” he began softly, “that we were brought together by my Uncle Mr. Archibald’s arrangement. I know you never intended to have me in your life and We were basically pushed together by circumstances." My stomach twisted. “But,” he continued, “I want to formally ask you to marry me of your own free will. I don't want you to ever think that I'm just tolerating having you beside me. I don't want you to ever think that I regret having you as a partner." My world tilted an

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