All Chapters of I AM BETRAYED BY THE MOON: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Author’s POV Elara's fingers tightened around the knob of Damian's bedroom, and she pushed the door open. Elara stepped inside, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor, her expression was exhausted from all the work at the office and the pregnancy hormones were settling in making her weaker than necessary. Her eyes immediately fell on the two people inside — Damian, lounging near the window, swirling the glass of scotch in his hand, and Lyra, curled up on the edge of the bed like a lover waiting for comfort. When Lyra's eyes met Elara’s, she smirked triumphantly. Like someone who had just won a long battle. Elara rolled her eyes as she sighed in frustration. Of course, she had expected that Lyra would come running to Damian like her saviour but she hadn't expected it to be so soon. She had thought of coming home to rest for a while but it seems that has suddenly become a luxury that she couldn't afford. How did she get here so fast when it was just closing hours? Oh...

Author's POV Lyra pushed open the doors to Damian’s private study, her heels clicking with a confident purpose against the marble floor. She found him by the liquor cabinet, nursing a glass of something dark, his jaw tense, eyes blazing with barely contained fury. He was angry, even his wolf was attesting to it from the way it's growling beneath him. Good, she thought smugly. He must’ve put Elara in her place. He must have taught her how to behave and now she would be able to get back her position at the company. She heaved a sigh of relief when she remembered all she went through from Mrs. Williams today. She can't wait to pay her and her coworkers back. They humiliated her, mocked her and dared make her serve them coffee! They would suffer and she would show them she was back—now stronger than ever. So next time, they would choose carefully where their loyalty lies between her and Elara. Smiling seductively, Lyra walked up to him and draped her arms over his shoulders, placing

Author's POV"I.... need," the words died in Lyra's mouth as she wondered how Kael was able to see through her so clearly. And from his tone, she could see how much he enjoyed seeing her so shameless like this. But she didn't mind. This was no time to save face.Kael watched her, eyes gleaming with dark intent studying her like a cornered animal. The way she knelt before him, trembling, begging—it was a sight he’d always wanted to see. She should be below him. Always. On her feet worshipping him just like this. But now that it was real, it felt hollow. Kael knew that Lyra was a master manipulator, and he knows better than to trust her display of humility at face value.Still, he couldn’t deny the thrill of seeing her like this.He bent down in front of her, brushing a strand of hair from her face, tilting her chin up with a finger, and forcing her to meet his gaze. “You haven’t answered me yet," he said, voice low and measured like he didn't know exactly what she wanted. “What exactly

Author's POV"Should I do it or not," Lyra whispered for the tenth time today. She couldn't seem to make up her mind, especially that she has a child growing inside her and she knows the exact pain she would feel if someone hurts her child.She sat alone in the dim room, the small vial of wolfsbane resting on her palm like a curse waiting to be unraveled. Her fingers tightened around it, trembling over so slightly. Her mind was still racing, torn between fear and determination. It’s just a child… her child, the voice of reason whispered. An innocent one. Do you really want to cross that line?But then another voice which was cold, ruthless and unforgiving answered: She didn’t think twice before humiliating you. If you don’t strike now, you’ll lose everything. Kael’s right—this is the only way to do something great in the future.For a moment, she thought of involving Clara in the task. Clara was sly, dependable, and had proven useful in the past few days. But Clara can't be fully tru

Damian’s POVI didn't let the driver drive. No. I drove myself, like a madman towards the Pack hospital. Car tires screeching, my heart pounding louder than any sound and my mind was totally blank. I haven't been so scared like I was in my entire life.“Elara, stay with me,” I kept saying, straining my eyes backwards. Her blood was already soaked into the backseat, dripping and terrifying. “Don’t close your eyes: just stay awake please." But she wasn’t listening. The pain was too unbearable for her. Her face was pale, her lips trembling, her eyes fluttering. She whimpered one last time, “My baby… please…”And then nothing else. Her body went limp and I thought she was gone.“No, no, no—Elara!” I shouted, slamming the heel of my palm against the steering wheel. “Don’t do this to me!”Guards were shouting when we reached the hospital. I didn’t hear them. I didn’t care. I carried her inside, yelling at the physicians, threatening, begging, anything to get them to move faster.“She’s ble