Todos os capítulos de Revenge Of The Forgotten Luna: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

~Alpha Zeeb~As soon as we arrived back at the packhouse, we were met with a ruckus. "What happened?" I frowned, demanding answers. The air was thick with tension; it was clear that something must’ve happened in our absence. I almost lost it when I found out that Riley was sick. A wave of dread passed through me, replacing my initial confusion. Why hadn't anyone informed me? The thought that neither Heather nor Jerome found it “important enough” for me to know enraged me. My daughter’s safety was my utmost priority, and I would drop everything I was doing for her. Maya put her hands on my shoulders, and instantly, my nerves calmed down, taming my wolf. I took some deep breaths, trying to regain control of my emotions. She asked the maiden what the situation was, and I couldn’t help but notice and applaud how calmly she handled it. Maya’s composure was admirable, especially in such a stressful situation. She had a knack for diffusing tension and maintaining order. That was one trait

~Alpha King Zeeb~ For a moment, I was transfixed, wondering what was going on in the pack house. A knot of unease tightened in my stomach. I simply couldn't believe Heather had anything to do with Sia’s demise. The thought was absurd, a cruel twist of fate I refused to accept. I dismissed the ugly thought, I trusted Heather. If someone was playing an ugly mind game in my household, woe betides the person. My Alpha instinct screamed that someone within was toiling with my mind. But what baffled me most was how several events happened within the pack house walls without my knowledge. It was a disturbing breach of security. Since then, a string of dysfunctions has followed, like a curse upon my leadership. But this latest setup—I was utterly confused about it. Could it have anything to do with Logan? The thought sent a chill down my spine. What if he had planted it as a decoy, a carefully orchestrated distraction to divert our attention from other, more sinister things? It would

~Ivory~ I parted ways with the King, heading straight to Regina’s place to check on her. I didn't want to let the nagging truth about the package get the better of me. I had plans ahead of me, and I had promised myself yesterday that I would no longer invest my emotions heavily in matters that had to do with the King. I have prioritized my goals over distracting entanglements. Whoever was setting such a trap with the package would fail woefully. The King’s actions after our intimate encounters were proof that I might be investing my emotions again in someone who was incapable of loving me as I wish, and I was resolute to keep my heart in check. I wouldn't want someone who was only after physical desires, blind to nurturing a meaningful connection with me. If I found love again, I deserved one that was all-encompassing and meaningful. Anything less would be a waste of precious emotions. Moreover, reckless love was not something I could afford to indulge in presently; it would be

~Ivory~The head omega’s voice crackled through the speakeasy, interrupting the tense atmosphere that almost held us captive. “Regina has been waiting, Luna. She sends words,” she announced, her tone singsong. King Zeeb’s gaze, which had been intently fixed on me, finally flickered, his eyes turning to the direction of the door. I huffed softly before making my way to the speakeasy to respond. “I will be with her shortly, Mrs. Gary. In the meantime, please serve her some finger chocolate pancakes. She must be famished from our intense learning.”“Right away, Luna. Your words are well understood,” she acknowledged, her voice fading into the distance as she retreated to carry out my instructions. I heard the soft clicks of her footsteps getting fainter, indicating that she had withdrawn from the room. I had to be more careful considering the strange package I received. I turned my attention to the King and said, “I’m afraid I’ve got to hurry. I have a meeting with Professor Talisman

~Ivory~ “Maya!” I heard the name repeatedly; it came with urgency. The King’s voice was unmistakable, loud and clear. But something was off—the King was not close, not anywhere around me as I scanned the plane. I was certain that I wasn't hallucinating, but the voice was clear in my mind. “Riley is dying,” his voice boomed again. This time, the voice seemed to be echoing in my mind, coming from within, which was strange and unsettling. Again, my eyes scanned the space frantically in search of clues, but King Zeeb was nowhere around. He wasn't present after all, yet his voice was still resonating in my mind. As if with a disembodied ghost, his distress whisper came again, but this time, slowly, then into a loud telepathic hum, “Stay, Riley, stay with me.” It felt like my senses were in a taut line hitch, unable to untangle themselves. I couldn't decipher what was at play. But when my wolf began to stir, it occurred to me that it was a mind-link instead! A mind-link? But h