All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 681 - Chapter 690

Ivonne's pov"Yes." He said and a chill ran down my spine.The impact of his word landed heavier than I expected and he continued.“The note came from Chelsea.”Even though I had already guessed it, hearing him confirm it made something tighten painfully in my chest.I pushed that feeling down immediately.This wasn’t about jealousy or my insecurity. It had to be about the people.So I asked the question that mattered most.“Does she really have one of the ancient artifacts? One that can repair the veil and strengthen the border?”Hector nodded once.“Yes. She does.”My heart skipped but surprisingly, it was Relief that flooded me in that moment.That meant there was still hope to stop the attacks before they got worse.But mixed into that relief was another emotion I didn’t want to examine too closely.Because the person who might save our entire realm… Was Hector’s former mate.I quickly pushed that thought aside. This was bigger than me. Bigger than jealousy.People could die if th

Ivonne’s POVThe next morning felt calmer than the chaos and worries of the previous day, but there was still a strange tension lingering in the air, like the realm itself was holding its breath and waiting to see what would happen next.I woke slowly, the soft light of morning spilling into the room and warming the edges of the floor. For a moment I just lay there, listening to the quiet, reminding myself that for now at least, the night had passed without another attack plus we now had a plan so there was no need to be paranoidHector was already awake.He was sitting at the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots, his hair still slightly damp from already taking a shower. When he noticed me watching him, he glanced back over his shoulder and gave me that small smile that always made my chest feel lighter.“Morning,” he said.“Morning,” I murmured, stretching slightly before sitting up. “You look like you’ve been up for a while.”“I have,” he admitted. “I wanted to check reports from

Ivonne's povI woke slowly, like someone surfacing from deep water, and for a moment I didn’t move at all.The dream clung to me in a strange way, not fading like most dreams do the second your eyes open, but lingering in the air around me as if the woman from it had followed me back into the real world.The woman who looked like me but with silver eyes. Was she me in a parallel world Or at least, someone who could have been me if my life had taken a different path? It was all very confusing and I didnt even know her name. She had called herself the original Ivonne once before but that was too crazy to even try to understandI stared at the ceiling, the early morning light filtering softly through the curtains, and tried to shake the feeling off, but the words she had said kept echoing in my head.Don’t relax yet.Which was unfair, honestly, because yesterday had been the first day in a long time that I had actually allowed myself to breathe. Things had been going well. The preparat

Ivonne’s POVFor a moment after the elders walked in, everything inside me went completely still.I felt like someone had poured ice water down my spine and frozen me right where I stood.My fingers tightened around the script in my hands, and the workers who had been moving around the stage area suddenly seemed quieter, slower, like they were carefully pretending not to notice the tension that had just filled the entire venue.I let out a slow breath, then another, trying to steady myself before addressing them.“Hello, and to What do I owe the pleasure of having you here?” I asked, keeping my voice as even as I could, even though my chest was already tight with irritation.Elder Marcellus immediately noticed it. Of course he did. That man thrived on making me want to commit murder in the most gruesome way possible, and right now I had just handed him exactly what he wanted.A slow smirk stretched across his face as he looked at me like he had been waiting for this moment all morning

Ivonnes povI stared at the portrait for what felt like forever, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. My heart had started beating so fast that it was almost painful, and I realized I had stopped breathing properly. I blinked a few times, but the image didn’t change.First of all, Kael looked exactly like Hector. Not similar. Not just vaguely familiar.He looked Exactly like him except for the color of his eyes.Same face. Same sharp jawline. But with silver eyes... just like Kael was supposed to have.Even the way he stood beside his family looked like Hector when he was being serious about something.And the woman beside him…My stomach twisted when I looked at her.She looked exactly like me. Not just close. Not the way some people resemble each other a little.It was me.Same face. Same hair. Same posture. Only difference was the silver eyes staring calmly out of the painting.My hand tightened around the book.“Oh my goddess,” I whispered. How had I not seen this befo