บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Of The Forgotten Luna: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

(IVORY’S POV) I stood frozen, the room spinning under the weight of what I had just seen. Each second that passed felt like a hammer driving the realization deeper into my mind. My heart beat heavily in my chest, and I could barely breathe. Across from me, Alaric’s face twisted in anger instead, as if I were the one who had done something wrong.“Say something, Alaric, will you? How could you?” My voice was sharp with fury, and my emotions were uncontrollable. This was despicable and shameful—sexting another? No matter how he spun it, this was cheating.“Ivory,” he snapped, stepping closer and yanking his phone from my trembling hands. "Wow, just... wow."“What the hell were you thinking, going through my phone?” His voice was cold and hard, completely devoid of the warmth I was used to. The man I had loved and trusted now felt like a stranger. But did I truly not see this coming?“How could you?” I choked out, my voice cracking. Tears stung my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “

(IVORY’S POV) "Bind this vile woman!” Alaric commanded. Confused, I couldn’t understand what was happening. I found myself in a room surrounded by judgmental eyes. "I can't stand her face. Bring her out for the verdict." With that, Alaric stormed out of the room. One of the guards grabbed my hand roughly, and pain shot through my sore, bloodied body, still aching from the lashes of the cane. I shivered from the biting cold. My clothes were torn, exposing parts of my chest to prying eyes, but my long, wavy hair mercifully covered me. I tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but no words escaped my throat. Only whimpers. As I was dragged outside, my eyes adjusted to the dim light—dawn was approaching. How long had I been unconscious? "Slut!" Voices from the crowd jeered at me, my stomach churning. "Cursed Luna!" Some even hurled stones at us. "Adulterous whore!" Alongside me, an omega male was dragged, almost as naked as I was. Who was he? As we were paraded through the

(IVORY)“Where am I?” I repeated. Ignoring my question, he took slow, deliberate strides toward me. Turning around, I took notice of the room. It was spacious and furnished minimally. What is this place? Having no time to waste, I said urgently, “Take me to Regina. I am here for Regina.” The stranger’s brows furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean? Which Regina are you referring to?” I sat upright, trying to discard the duvet from my body. “I must help her.” I let out a little groan, suddenly feeling nauseous. “Regina is a victim of a curse—a rare spell that only I can understand.” I slowly stated, but his eyes held confusion. I noticed he avoided my gaze. “Calm down, would you? You’re not even fit yet; you just gained consciousness.” His gruff voice was firm. Shaking my head in disapproval, “You don’t get it. She is not the weakling everyone portrays her to be. She is sick, and I have to see her. No matter what.” He sat next to me, and I felt the weight of his presence

(King Zeeb’s POV) I watched her graceful steps from the corner of my eye as we walked toward Regina’s corner, wondering why she seemed determined to disrupt my nights. Even the way her hair flowed in the wind seemed captivating to me. Could she be the one? Why do I feel this pull toward her? For the first time, in what feels like a decade, the agony of Adeline’s death eases. “I... I am an omega,” Regina, daughter of Tristan, finally spoke, her voice quiet but brave. Known as an outcast in the pack, she had always been regarded as unworthy and weak. In contrast, I am the one considered supernatural, brave, the one others admire and rely upon. Yet now, I couldn’t help but find myself leaning on someone else—the woman who stood in front of me, captivating and unexpected. I was entranced, almost blinded by her beauty. The way she spoke, walked, made me question my sanity. But as she stumbled, after encouraging Regina that she would be fine, I caught her instinctively, reacting in w

~IVORY~ We stepped out of Riley’s room after a seemingly endless chatter, which was surprisingly refreshing. As we walked together in contemplative silence, he retrieved something from his pocket and pressed it into my hand. “It’s the invitation card for the Moon Fiesta tonight,” he explained, noticing my curiosity as I stared down at the card in my hand. “Thank you, but I don’t think it’s not necessary for me to attend,” I replied, trying to turn him down politely. “No, I insist. It will be good for you to interact with the pack members,” he said firmly, his gaze holding something I couldn’t quite decipher. My eyes trailed to his full, pink lips and I wondered how it would feel against mine. As I looked up, I found his tall frame towering over mine. I felt so small standing next to him, the pull between us undeniable. My wolf stirred within me, silent but strong, her desire for him echoing in my mind. I didn’t know if he recognized the mate bond or if he was pretending, l