All Chapters of The Rogue Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Angelina’s POVI barely slept that night.The weight of Luca’s words pressed against my chest, making each breath feel heavier than the last. Adrian. The name alone sent a chill through my spine, even though I had never met the man. A rogue alpha, dangerous and relentless. And now, apparently, I was his target.I sat up on the edge of the massive bed Luca had arranged for me, running a hand through my tangled hair. The room was luxurious, far more than I was used to—deep mahogany furniture, silk sheets, a fireplace that crackled softly in the dim morning light. But none of it mattered.I was still trapped.A knock at the door made me tense. I straightened my spine and exhaled before responding.“Come in.”The door creaked open, and a young she-wolf entered, carrying a tray of food. I recognized her vaguely from my time here before—Leah, I think. Her brown eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite place. Pity? Curiosity?She placed the tray on the nightstand without meeting my gaz

Angelina’s POVI barely slept that night.The weight of Luca’s words pressed against my chest, making each breath feel heavier than the last. Adrian. The name alone sent a chill through my spine, even though I had never met the man. A rogue alpha, dangerous and relentless. And now, apparently, I was his target.I sat up on the edge of the massive bed Luca had arranged for me, running a hand through my tangled hair. The room was luxurious, far more than I was used to—deep mahogany furniture, silk sheets, a fireplace that crackled softly in the dim morning light. But none of it mattered.I was still trapped.A knock at the door made me tense. I straightened my spine and exhaled before responding.“Come in.”The door creaked open, and a young she-wolf entered, carrying a tray of food. I recognized her vaguely from my time here before—Leah, I think. Her brown eyes flickered with something I couldn’t quite place. Pity? Curiosity?She placed the tray on the nightstand without meeting my gaz

Angelina’s POVThe bruises on my body ached as I stepped into the bathroom, peeling away my sweat-drenched clothes. Every inch of me screamed in protest, a harsh reminder of today’s training.The warm water from the shower did little to soothe the deep ache in my muscles, but I welcomed it nonetheless. As I washed away the grime, I forced myself to replay today’s fights in my mind—every mistake, every hesitation. I needed to be faster, stronger.Caleb had made it clear that he didn’t believe I could handle the training. Neither did the rest of the warriors. But that only made me more determined.I refused to be weak.After drying off and slipping into a simple long-sleeved dress, I stepped into the hallway, making my way toward the dining hall. Luca had ordered me to attend dinner.I could have ignored him. But I needed information. If Adrian was really after me, I had to know what I was dealing with.The dining hall was already packed when I arrived. Warriors, ranked wolves, and pack

Angelina’s POVThe air was thick with tension, pressing down on me like an unbearable weight. My heart pounded as I stood in the dimly lit room, facing the reality of my situation. No matter how much I wanted to move forward, the past had a way of creeping up behind me, whispering its cruel reminders.I clenched my fists, staring at my reflection in the dusty mirror. My face was drawn, dark circles under my eyes betraying the exhaustion that weighed on me. The bruises on my arm had faded, but their memory remained, an invisible chain tethering me to my past.“Get a grip, Angelina,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head as if that would rid me of the doubts swirling inside.A knock at the door startled me. My breath hitched, and for a brief moment, my mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and walked toward the door, hesitating before opening it.It was Damien.His towering figure stood in the doorway, his dark eyes scanning my face with concern. “

Angelina’s POVThe air was thick with tension, pressing down on me like an unbearable weight. My heart pounded as I stood in the dimly lit room, facing the reality of my situation. No matter how much I wanted to move forward, the past had a way of creeping up behind me, whispering its cruel reminders.I clenched my fists, staring at my reflection in the dusty mirror. My face was drawn, dark circles under my eyes betraying the exhaustion that weighed on me. The bruises on my arm had faded, but their memory remained, an invisible chain tethering me to my past.“Get a grip, Angelina,” I muttered to myself, shaking my head as if that would rid me of the doubts swirling inside.A knock at the door startled me. My breath hitched, and for a brief moment, my mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Taking a deep breath, I steeled myself and walked toward the door, hesitating before opening it.It was Damien.His towering figure stood in the doorway, his dark eyes scanning my face with concern. “