All Chapters of The Omega’s Revenge: No Longer His Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

JackThe cold stone beneath me felt more like a coffin than a cell. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and no matter how many times I racked my brain, the memories refused to surface.There was nothing but a void where the night should have been - a black hole swallowing my mind, mocking me with its emptiness.I couldn’t have done it. I wouldn’t. Sarah was kind, cheerful, always looking out for Nina, even though we don’t talk. The sight of her broken body haunted me, even though I couldn’t remember seeing her like that.My gaze wandered to the faint bloodstains on my hands, and my stomach churned. How had they gotten there?Scarlett’s voice replayed in my head, calm but unyielding: If you’re innocent, the truth will come out.Was that hope or a warning?I leaned my head back against the wall, staring at the ceiling as doubts clawed at me. Nina believed in me, but did Scarlett?And the evidence... it was damning.A growl built in my chest, low and guttural. It wasn’t fair. Whoever had done

ScarlettThe scent of rain lingered in the air as I stepped into the quiet confines of my office. Papers were strewn across the desk, a chaotic array of reports and photographs from the scene of Sarah’s murder.Each piece told a fragment of a story, yet the full picture remained maddeningly out of reach.My wolf, Ray, growled low in my mind, her frustration mirroring my own. Something doesn’t add up, she said. Jack doesn’t feel like the killer.I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “And yet, the evidence says otherwise,” I muttered aloud.David’s voice echoed in my memory from earlier that day. “Don’t let your emotions cloud your judgment, Luna. The pack’s safety comes first.”He was right, of course. As Luna, it was my duty to uphold justice, to ensure that no one - Alpha, Beta, or rogue - was above the law. But the more I examined the evidence against Jack, the more I felt the weight of doubt pressing down on me.The knock at the door broke my train of thought. “Come in,” I call

NinaScarlett’s revelation echoed in my mind, refusing to fade. Jack’s innocence had been proven - but how? My plan had been meticulous, every detail perfect.I paced frantically across the room, gnawing at my fingertips until they were raw. My thoughts spiraled out of control as I searched desperately for answers.I had to think. Had to breathe. Had to figure out what went wrong.The evidence I planted was excellent—Sarah’s blood on Jack’s clothes, his DNA under her fingernails. Each detail was meticulously placed to ensure his conviction.But something gave me away. Something in that damned autopsy report exposed the truth.“We need to act fast.” The wolf inside me snarled, its fury burning through my veins. “Or they’ll discover the truth - that you’re the one who killed Sarah.” The beast’s words carried the weight of our shared secret, heavy with the knowledge of what we’d done.I groaned and pressed my palms against my temples, sick of the wolf’s relentless voice. Her constant pres

NinaThe scent of him clung to my clothes as I hurried through the darkened corridors, my heart thundering against my ribs. Pine and earth... and something I couldn’t pin my hand on.Something that made my wolf curl her lip in disgust. Each step echoed against the stone floors, a rhythmic reminder of my performance in Jack’s cell.I wiped away the fake tears, a smirk replacing the concerned expression I’d worn moments ago. Every step away from him felt like a victory.My plan was working perfectly, like pieces on a chessboard moving exactly where I needed them.“You did well,” my wolf purred, preening with satisfaction. “He believed every word from you.”“I know he will.”“He believes you’re staying to bond with your sister.” Red’s lips curved into a dark smile. “Such a fool.”Of course he did. Men like Jack were so easily manipulated by a few tears and trembling lips.The fool actually believed I was truly his mate. He believed I wanted him as a mate and that I wanted to stay behind t

Finn Scarlett turned in my arms, pressing her forehead to mine. “I love you,” she breathed, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “I love you too.” “Ah,” she screamed as my finger gently made its way inside her, beginning to pleasure her. She moaned with delight as my movements started, slow and deliberate, before gradually increasing in pressure and speed. Her moans grew louder and more insistent, filling the room with her desire. “Yes,” she gasped, her hips rising to meet my touch. “Right there.” I smirked, continuing, savoring every sound she made. I could feel her body tightening on the brink of release. But just as she was about to let go, I withdrew my finger and dropped to my knees. Her eyes fluttered open, surprise and frustration flashing across her face as a whimper escaped her lips. She reached out, tangling her fingers in my hair as I leaned forward and began to pleasure her with my mouth. Scarlett’s moans grew softer, yet more intense as my tongue explored her,