Todos los capítulos de My Dethroned Luna: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

The room feels colder to me now, but maybe that's because I feel colder than the walls around me due to treachery. The sensation is like to a stone pressing against my chest, making breathing nearly impossible.In spite of my efforts, I can draw no further away than feel the sensation, the reverberation of their betrayal, and the years it spanned. For all that time, Gerald and Hannah had schemed, spun the web of deceit, and what had I been but the incapable fool to realize it?How could I not have seen it? I think through the incidents repeatedly in my mind and try to find out what aspects of the drama I missed. Gerald had been like a brother to Landen his Beta his right-hand man.And Hannah… she had been my friend, or rather I thought she was a friend. Now, looking back, I am able to identify what were obvious signs of them liking each other behind the scenes – the holes in their masks, the quick diagonal looks they exchanged when they thought no one was looking, the signs that shou

Navian drove through the empty streets that night with anger, regret, and fear dancing around in his mind. Those words with which, a few moments ago, he heard Elena speak pressed his chest and twisted. He had to get out of that house; he could not look at her, listen to her lame apologies, or hear her begging him to come back.Every word that she had uttered appeared to prick him to the heart with an ice-cold blade.She had worked with Hannah. She had played a part in endangering Anna and Owen’s lives.It was something that instantly made his blood boil. He clenched the wheel with the force of his fingertips whitening. How could she? The woman whom he was to marry—the woman he had trusted so much—had been part of the people who kidnapped them.If anything had happened to Anna or Owen, he wasn’t sure that he could forgive her for that. He did not know if he could ever forgive himself for not realizing the reality much earlier.He brought the car right in front of Mikel’s house and skid

LANDEN’S POVI snapped my eyes open as a loud noise echoed through the halls of the packhouse. I was out of bed in an instant, every muscle tense, my wolf on high alert.My sharp gaze swept the dimly lit room, ears straining to catch any sound that would explain the disturbance. Footsteps pounded outside my door—hurried and frantic.“Alpha!” A young warrior burst into the room without knocking, his face flushed with panic.“There’s trouble—down by the southern border!”My mind immediately went into overdrive. The southern border? That wasn’t an area where we usually had problems.Something wasn’t right. Throwing on my jacket, I strode forward, every inch the powerful Alpha. I would get to the bottom of this, whatever it was.“Who’s leading the response?” I demanded, already heading for the door.“Beta Gerald, sir,” the warrior stammered, keeping pace with me. “He left with a small unit. Said he’d handle it.”Of course, he did. I frowned, my thoughts turning dark. Gerald had always bee

I tumbled through the cramped opening, struggling to breathe as a gust of cold wind enveloped me. The surroundings were pitch black and the surface was rough on my bare feet. Owen’s grip on me tightened instantly. As I shifted him back, his small build hung limp around my shoulder. we hadn’t eaten for days.“Shhhhhh,” came the ringing in my ear. “Baby, don’t speak. Just move.”The trees stood tall at the very end of the darkness with distorted shadows wiggling and elongating in the moonlight. The distance was limited to what one could see, but again, that was not necessary. It has to be done one step at a time.Owen was breathing quickly and erratically, and I could feel his small heartbeat against me. Although my heart went out to him, I was unable to console him. We haven't quite left the woods yet.I exhaled noisily and began to make my way forward. This time, I made sure I held onto him tight. My body felt like someone had pulled every muscle inside of me, yet I endured the ache.

3rd Party PovHannah paced back and forth in her small sitting room. Her movements were quick, her breath coming out in short gasps. She tried to calm herself, but it wasn’t working.The fear she had been pushing down for so long was starting to take hold.When Gerald first approached her, everything seemed clear. He spoke of power, control, and securing a future for their son, Jasper. He wanted to make Jasper the rightful heir of the pack. At the time, she thought it was the perfect plan. Gerald was strong, and determined, and would do anything to make their son great.But lately, things were different. Gerald was acting strange. He was getting rather insensitive as he was gradually leaving her out of key information regarding some of his intentions.The twinkle in those eyes that roasted intently on her sometimes gave her goosebumps. There was something new in his eyes: some darkness she had not seen earlier.She looked at the door and for a moment she hoped he would come in. If he