Semua Bab My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Mason’s POVI watched the last guests trickle out of the banquet hall, their laughter fading into the night. Perfect. I dismissed my remaining staff with curt nods, then sent the security team to patrol the perimeter. No one would disturb us now.The hall had emptied except for abandoned champagne glasses and wilting centerpieces. I stood in front of Layla near the exit, blocking her way out.My fingers found my phone, scrolling to the photos I’d saved. Frank’s ugly face stared back at me, captured lurking near Layla’s apartment building. I’d had my people watching him for weeks, making sure he stayed close enough to be a threat but never actually catching him.“Quite an evening,” I said, smirking down at her.She looked up at me in that feisty way that never failed to excite me. “Mason.”“You should have witnessed my true strength tonight,” I said, letting satisfaction color my voice. “The warrior display, the support from other Alphas. Even your precious Samuel couldn’t match it.”“I

Layla’s POVI fumbled with my keys at my bedroom door, my hands shaking as the confrontation with Mason replayed in my mind.The recording on my phone felt like a weapon I’d never expected to need, but Mason had pushed me too far. Frank’s threats, the deliberate security lapses—everything made sense now.“We need better locks,” I announced as soon as I stepped inside. “And a security system.”Mom followed me inside. “And how would we get that?”“I’ve been promoted,” I interrupted, forcing excitement into my voice. “Training Program Director at the Alpha Council. It comes with professional benefits, including protective equipment for family members.”Her eyes widened. “Promoted? But you never mentioned—”“It happened tonight.” I pulled out my phone and opened the security company’s website. “We can get motion sensors, reinforced door frames, panic buttons. All covered under the position’s benefits package.”Mom stared at the screen over my shoulder. “This seems excessive for a promotion

Layla’s POVBeta Jack strode into the room first. Behind him marched four fully armed guards. Between them, they dragged a figure I recognized immediately.Barbara.My breath caught in my throat. This wasn’t the polished woman who had sat at Samuel’s dinner table just days ago. Her expensive clothes hung in tatters, stained with dirt and what looked like dried blood. A deep gash ran across her left cheek, and her once soft red hair was matted against her scalp.She limped heavily as the guards forced her forward, silver shackles jingling around her wrists. The metal had left angry red burns on her skin where it touched. Her voice was nothing but a hoarse rasp—evidence of hours of screaming.“No, please,” she wheezed, trying to pull away from the guards. “Please, I can explain—”One of the soldiers shoved her hard between the shoulder blades. She stumbled and nearly fell, catching herself on the edge of the coffee table.Annie’s reaction was immediate and devastating. She began gasping

Samuel’s POV“Please!” Barbara screamed as the guards surrounded her. “Charlotte, I’m your sister!”Sweat beaded on her forehead, mixing with the dried blood from her earlier capture. All eyes were fixed on her.“My sister died the day you pushed me off that cliff,” Charlotte said flatly.“You’re not real,” Barbara said in a hoarse voice. “You can’t be real. You’re dead. I know you’re dead.”Charlotte slowly stepped forward,. “Am I?”“Yes!” Barbara’s voice cracked. “I saw you fall. I watched you hit the rocks. No one could survive that.”“You’re right,” Charlotte said calmly. “No one should have survived it.”My heart hammered against my ribs. Five years of searching, of hoping, of grieving—and she’d been alive this whole time.“Then how—” I started.“How am I here?” Charlotte finished. “That’s an excellent question, Samuel.”She moved closer to Barbara, who tried to shrink back into the guards surrounding her.“Tell them, Barbara,” Charlotte said softly. “Tell them what really happene

Layla’s POVAnnie’s body went rigid in her wheelchair the moment Charlotte knelt beside her. I could see every muscle in the little girl’s frame lock up, her breathing becoming shallow and quick.Her eyes darted between Charlotte’s scarred face and mine, then back again, like she couldn’t quite process what was happening.“Mama…” Annie whispered, as if testing the word. “Mama.”Charlotte’s face softened at hearing her daughter’s voice, but Annie flinched when she reached forward. The little girl’s hands gripped the wheelchair armrests.“Yes, baby,” Charlotte said gently. “I’m really here.”But Annie didn’t move toward her mother. Instead, she looked back at me with wide, uncertain eyes. I could see the war happening inside her—years of bedtime stories about her beautiful mother clashing with this stranger who bore scars and smelled of unfamiliar things.Annie’s hand lifted toward Charlotte’s face, then dropped back to her lap. She tried again, her fingers shaking as they hovered in the