All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 611 - Chapter 620

Ivonne's povHow does he know any of this?!Juatin smiles and sits on the edge of the stage and gestures for me to come closer. I walk toward him slowly, like I’m afraid something might break if I move too fast.“You were 8 years old and was very excited because you are supposed to play the Moon Goddess in the biggest show of the city that year,” he begins, voice warm and storytelling-smooth.I nod faintly. “But everything turned bad because My costume got ruined.”“Everyone knew it was Not ruined, it was intentionally Destroyed,” he corrects. “By some jealous brat who wanted your role. They said she threw paint on it? Or cut it? No one ever confessed.”I nodded as Flashes of that night burst back in my mind. I could recall the panicked adults running around, shouting, swearing, trying to salvage something that couldn’t be saved.“Everyone thought the show was over,” Justin continues. “The director was on the verge of fainting. Your mom was crying. Your dad looked like he wanted to fi

Ivonne's povI kept my eyes on the window as Justin’s car rolled smoothly down the road, the city lights blurring into long streaks of gold and white. The glass was cool against my temple, and for a moment, I pretended I was alone in the car, that the heavy conversation from earlier hadn’t happened at all.The silence stretched peacefully.Then Justin cleared his throat. “Ivonne… I want to say it again. I’m sorry. What I said back there—about Hector, about your choices—it wasn’t my place.”I exhaled slowly, my breath fogging the glass for a second before fading. “I know,” I said quietly. “And… I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”He glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “It’s a touchy topic,” he said, almost gently. “I get that.”“It really is,” I admitted. “You hit a nerve. A very painful one.”He nodded, fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “I figured as much.”We fell quiet again, but this time the silence wasn’t sharp. It

Ivonnes povI opened my mouth to answer him—and nothing came out.Hector was still looking at me with that same incredulous expression, like he was trying to solve a puzzle that refused to make sense but I couldn't blame him because I felt it too.I felt that hollow confusion sitting heavy in my chest. I genuinely didn’t know how I had done it. I didn’t know how I’d fought off two Lycans for that long, how my body had moved faster than my thoughts, how panic had somehow turned into strength.“I don’t know,” I finally admitted, my voice small. “I swear. I don’t know how I did it. Maybe I was just lucky? or maybe the goddess just granted me favor." I smiled a little uneasily."Luck?" Hector whispered then studied my face for a long moment, searching for something— maybe fear, deceit, answers I didn’t have. Then, slowly, his shoulders loosened And he shook his head.“Whatever, We’ll figure it out later,” he said at last, brushing it aside with effort. “Right now, that’s not what matters.

Ivonne's POV I was still lost in the kiss when his hands began to move over my body in the most delicious way.He wasnt pushy or inappropriate, his touches were warm, grounding, trailing down my arms, my waist and pulling me closer like he was afraid I’d disappear if he loosened his hold. It made my head spin anyway.I kissed him back without thinking, fervent and clumsy and honest. Everything I’d been holding in spilled out through that kiss— all my fear, relief, longing, disbelief poured through the kiss.His breath hitched, and that tiny sound alone made my knees weak.We stumbled, half-laughing, half-breathless, until the back of my legs hit the bed. I didn’t even remember sitting down. One second I was standing, the next I was sinking into soft sheets with him hovering over me, his forehead resting against mine.I suddenly remembered how nice kissing was.No—how delicious it was.I hadnt even realized i had forgotten the feeling. I had forgotten How it made the world quiet. How

Ivonne's POV Tessa practically lit up the moment she saw me. “Ivonne,” she said, pushing herself up from the chair so quickly it scraped against the floor. “You finally came, it's been so long since you came to our rooms.” Her smile was so genuine it made my chest ache a little. I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I’d stepped foot in their rooms until now. Between the arrest, attack, Hector, the investigation, and everything spiraling out of control, I’d unintentionally disappeared from our blooming friendship. “I know,” I said softly. “I’m sorry. Things have been… chaotic.” Tessa waved it off, already moving closer. “We figured. Elara kept saying you were probably being buried under co president duties.” I glanced at Elara. She didn’t smile. She sat on the edge of the bed, arms crossed, posture rigid. Her expression was polite in the way that wasn’t polite at all — tight lips, guarded eyes, the kind of look that said she was bracing for bad news. My nerves flared.