All Chapters of Reborn A Heartless Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RavenI woke up to the soft rise and fall of Clark’s chest beneath my head, the warmth of his arms wrapped tightly around me. For a fleeting moment, everything felt right—like this was where I was meant to be. I stretched slightly, careful not to disturb him, but even with the softest of movements, his eyes fluttered open, a sleepy smile spreading across his face.“Morning,” he murmured, his voice deep and husky.“Morning,” I replied, my heart fluttering at the sight of him so relaxed, so… perfect. But I couldn’t let myself get lost in this. Clark was dangerous. Not in the obvious ways like Emerson or even Lila, but in the way he made me feel. He had a way of breaking down every wall I built around myself, every bit of resolve that I held onto.Still, I couldn’t regret what happened last night. It had been a release, something I desperately needed. But I also knew it couldn’t happen again. Not like this.Clark seemed to sense my thoughts, his arms tightening around me as he whispered,

ClarkI didn’t mean for any of this to happen. At first, I thought I was just intrigued by Raven. She had this air about her, a quiet intensity that drew me in like a moth to a flame. But it was more than that. The more time I spent with her, the more I realized it wasn’t just her strength or her beauty that fascinated me—it was the way she moved through the world, so calculated, so deliberate. She was always three steps ahead of everyone else. And I admired that. I admired her, despite the dark secret that I carried with me.I sat on the edge of the bed, my mind spinning, thinking about the mess I was in. I’d killed her. Not in the way people think of murder, but I was the one behind the wheel the night she died. The accident had shattered everything. And yet, here she was, reborn, alive again. Just like me. The fact that we were both back didn’t feel like a coincidence, and I was terrified of what that meant.Every time I was near her, it was like walking a tightrope. I wanted to pr

ClarkEvery time I looked at her, I felt that familiar pull—one that I couldn’t quite shake no matter how hard I tried. Raven was intoxicating, dangerous, and everything I wasn’t supposed to want. But I did. I wanted her more than I could even admit to myself. The guilt sat heavy in my chest, a constant reminder of the secret I was hiding. But every time she smiled, every time her eyes flickered toward me with that knowing look, it was like none of that mattered. I couldn’t let go, even though I knew the truth would ruin everything between us.I stood by her side as she began setting her revenge plan into motion. I watched as she manipulated situations at work, bending Emerson and Lila to her will with a level of calculation I hadn’t expected. She was brilliant, no doubt about it. The way she orchestrated things, making sure every move counted, made it clear that this wasn’t just some petty grudge she was nursing. She wanted them both to fall—and hard.Raven spent hours going through

EmersonThe tension between Lila and me had been thick since the moment we stepped onto the plane for this business trip. She was as charming and flirtatious as ever, her eyes constantly seeking mine, her touches lingering too long for my liking. But it all felt hollow now. I couldn’t stop thinking about Raven—about our broken marriage, the distance between us that seemed to grow wider every day.Lila was a distraction, nothing more. She was supposed to be a temporary reprieve from the cold silence I endured at home, but now even she felt like a burden. My mind wasn’t with her, and I knew she could sense it. But what could I do? My life was unraveling, and I had no idea how to put the pieces back together.We arrived at the hotel, and of course, I had made sure to book separate rooms. Lila hadn’t taken the news well, a look of disappointment flashing in her eyes when I handed her the key to her room, which was located on the opposite side of the hotel. She had tried to argue at first,

EmersonThe days following my return home were a blur of mounting tension, both at work and at home. Raven had become a ghost, haunting my every move. Her presence was cold and distant, yet somehow she was everywhere, influencing everything without even being present. I found myself waking up in the middle of the night, heart racing, certain that something was terribly wrong, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on what.Raven was taking control at work, and not just in the usual ways. I would get to the office, only to find decisions had been made without my knowledge—meetings scheduled, contracts signed, staff reassigned. It was subtle at first, things I might have overlooked in the past as part of our shared responsibilities. But now, it was happening with alarming frequency.One morning, I sat in a meeting with our senior leadership team, half-listening to the conversation while I scrolled through my emails. Then I saw it: a project that I’d personally put on hold had been pushed