Semua Bab Alpha’s Scumbag: Sorry My Luna: Bab 171 - Bab 175

Raveena’s POVThe morning sun sliced through my curtains as yesterday’s incident flashed back. I didn't know how I’d slept yesterday while I cried. But now, I woke to a tearful face. My eyes were dull, swollen from crying, and the shattered pieces of my phone still lay scattered across the floor where I’d thrown it last night. Evan’s words echoed in my skull, relentless, each of his words still a fresh wound. ‘I’m getting married tomorrow. To someone else.’I dragged myself out of bed, my limbs heavy, and stumbled to the bathroom. The mirror showed a stranger with pale, hollow-cheeked, dark circles framing eyes that lost happiness. I splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would shock me into feeling something other than this suffocating grief but It didn’t. I got ready for the day and made my way out.Downstairs, the pack house was quieter than last night’s chaos. avoided the main hall, slipping out to the porch instead, needing air, needing space. The pack was already alive, some

Lucy’s POVI traveled alone for some vacation to clear my head from emotional stress and today, I was finally back. The soft hum of the engine faded as the taxi pulled up to the pack estate. I stepped out, tugging my coat around me as the chilled wind nipped at my skin. I had been away for three days.The grand entrance loomed before me as I dragged my suitcase across the driveway. As I pushed open the door, I half-expected Damien to be waiting in the hallway with that cold expression he always wore, ready to question me where I had been. But the foyer was empty. “Mrs. Lucy!” One of the younger maids whom I had told earlier about my travel, rushed over, nearly tripping over her own feet. “I didn’t expect you till nightfall.”I offered a small smile. “Flight got in early. Is Damien in?”The hesitation in her eyes was so brief, I almost missed it. “Where is he?” I asked again, this time more firmly.“He… left days ago,” Miriam said. “With a few men.”“Left?” My brows furrowed. “Wher

Georgia’s POVKael’s s eyes, wild with confusion and fury, locked onto me immediately. Rain clung to his hair, dripping down his face as he rushed toward me. The storm’s howl followed him, the wind whipping through the open door, as the thunderstorm filled the room loudly.“Georgia!” Kael’s voice broke, filled with desperation, as he approached me immediately. His hands found my shoulders, his grip firm as he scanned me for injuries. His eyes landed on the blood trickling down my arm from where Damien’s knife had grazed me, and his face contorted with anguish. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”I opened my mouth to answer, but my words caught in my throat. The sight of Kael, soaked and breathless, his love for me etched into every line of his face made my chest ache to see the worries in his eyes. I wanted to tell him I was fine, that I’d handled it, but the truth was, I was shaking from the supernatural power I’d unleashed. Before I could speak, a shadow moved behind us. It was Damien,