All Chapters of 3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance: Chapter 691 - Chapter 700

Ivonne's pov"Find the truth Ivonne."I woke up slowly the next morning, the kind of slow wake-up where your mind is still half tangled in dreams.For a few seconds I just stared at the ceiling with a sigh, trying to gather my thoughts, but the memory of last night came rushing back almost immediately.Another confusing dream of Her again.That woman with my face and silver eyes.And the strange conversation that had ended so abruptly.My chest felt a little tight as I replayed it in my mind. The way she smiled. The way she kept contradicting me in that calm, knowing voice. Yes, she was Kael’s wife… but also no she was not.Like.. what the hell, woman?!I still didn’t understand what that meant, and the more I thought about it, the more confused I felt.Before I could sink too deeply into my thoughts, I felt the bed dip slightly beside me.Then a warm pair of lips pressed gently against my cheek.“Morning,” Hector said softly.I turned my head and saw him sitting beside the bed, alrea

Ivonne's povI stood there for a moment after Severin spoke, feeling like the air in the room had suddenly grown heavier. His words didn’t quite settle in my mind at first, and I just stared at him, trying to process what he had said.His brother. --The one who was supposed to be Alpha, Not Hector was coming here.My chest tightened slowly as the reality of that began to sink in.“You have… a brother who was meant to be Alpha?” I repeated slowly, still trying to wrap my head around it.Severin leaned back slightly against the pillows, his expression tense but calm at the same time, as if he had expected this conversation to come eventually.“Yes,” he said quietly. “His name is Thorin.”The name itself sounded strong, almost heavy with reputation.“Thorin,” I repeated.Severin nodded.“He’s an even greater warrior than I am,” he continued. “The firstborn. The pride of our entire clan. When we were younger, everyone believed he would one day lead the Lycans.”Denise looked between us si

Ivonne's povThe realization that there were only two days left until the festival made it almost impossible for me to sit still that evening.My mind kept racing through lists of things that still needed to be done, people who needed to arrive, decorations that needed to be finalized, and about a hundred other details that suddenly felt very important. Every time I tried to relax, another thought popped into my head.Still, eventually I forced myself to calm down. If I didn’t sleep, I would be useless tomorrow.So I went to bed earlier than usual, even though my brain kept trying to drag me back into planning mode. I lay there staring at the ceiling for a while, thinking about everything Hector and I had been trying to build for the Lycans, hoping that everything would actually work out the way we hoped.Surprisingly, when sleep finally came, it was deep and quiet.No dreams. No silver-eyed woman. No riddles.For the first time in a while, my mind was completely still. Thank the godd

Ivonne's povTo say that I snatched my hand away from Lincoln would be an understatement.The moment I realized he was holding it—and worse, that Adrian, Kayla, and Lady Elizabeth had seen it—I jerked my hand back so quickly that it almost felt like my arm was going to dislocate from its own socket.I even rubbed the back of my dress where his fingers had touched me, as if he had left something unpleasant behind. It wasn’t even about the physical contact; it was the shock of what he had just said, the audacity of it, and the terrible timing.I glared at him.“We will discuss this rubbish later,” I told him in a low voice that made it very clear I was not joking.Lincoln opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something else, but I didn’t give him the chance. I turned on my heel and walked away from him before he could pull me back into another conversation I absolutely did not want to have right now.Instead, I hurried toward the people who actually mattered.“Adrian!” I called out.H

Ivonne's povHector woke me up the way he always did lately, gently and a little addictively sweet, like he had decided that mornings should belong to us and nobody else.I felt the warmth of his lips press softly against mine before I even opened my eyes, and when I did, the first thing I saw was his face hovering close to mine, his expression calm but serious in a way that immediately made my chest tighten.“Hey, sweetheart” he murmured, brushing a loose strand of hair away from my forehead. “It’s time to wake up. Big day today.”For a moment I just stared at him, still caught somewhere between sleep and reality, and then his words echoed strangely in my mind.It’s time.Something about that phrase pulled at a memory, and suddenly I was back in the dream again, standing in that strange misty white place while the woman who looked exactly like me—except for those piercing silver eyes—stood in front of me.Ivanna had said the same thing.It is time.What did that even mean? It was tim