All Chapters of The Rogue Luna's Curse : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Ah, yes. Don't you remember this place?" Cole said, smiling cruelly. "It's your old pack. And right there"—he pointed to a spot where wildflowers now grew—"is where I killed your parents.""If Lucie hadn't betrayed me and decided to run off with that fucking Alpha, this would’ve gone a lot smoother," he added with a bitter chuckle."My sweet Lucie was the love of my life. We wanted to run away together, be free... until that Alpha took her from me. But now, I have you—and no one will stop me," he said as he leaned in, trying to kiss my forehead.I recoiled, trying to move as far away as possible, but with a swift motion, he pulled out the dagger and pressed it against my neck.It felt like someone had placed a burning brand against my skin, the heat searing into me."Don't fight this, Iris. Just let it happen!" he snarled.He shoved the dagger back into his pocket, and we continued walking.Ahead, I saw a large building lit up, laughter and talking drifting through the air.My stomac

Damien’s POV"WHERE IS HE?!" I roared as I burst through the front door.My mother and Danielle jumped up from the couch, startled."Damien, you could have knocked," my mother scowled."Where is Curtis?!" I demanded, using my Alpha tone.I watched as my sister flinched and bowed her head, but my mother only glared harder."Don’t you dare use that tone on me! I was once the Luna of this pack and dealt with your father’s tone every damn day. Don’t even try it!" she screeched.Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my chest.It felt like someone was trying to rip my heart out.I collapsed to the floor, gripping my chest, the agony unbearable."Damien! What's wrong?!" Danielle cried, rushing to my side."Iris... Iris has been captured. And I think Dad had something to do with it," I whimpered.Mom froze, her face turning pale as a ghost."Your father?" she whispered."Yes," I gasped out.Without hesitation, she helped me to my feet.She and Danielle supported me as we hurried back to the pac

Damien’s POV"Listen, Damien, I have to tell you something," Lillian said urgently. "I'm in love with you. I know what you're thinking—it’s not possible, and blah blah blah—but these aren’t my real feelings. After being trapped here for so long, I finally figured it out. The reason why is—"She was cut off by the sound of the door opening.Two large, bulky men walked in, smirking."The party needs both of its guests of honor," one of them sneered.One moved toward Lillian, the other toward me. They unchained us from the floor but kept the shackles on our wrists.I heard Lillian struggling against them, and it only made me respect her more. After everything she had endured, she was still fighting.They dragged us out of the dark room and up a flight of stairs.The cold night air slammed into my face as we surfaced into the open.We were in the forest."Come on, pretty boy," the guard taunted, yanking harshly on the chains.They led us into a clearing where a massive house loomed ahead,

Iris’s POV"Iris, my baby, wake up. We need you to wake up."I opened my eyes and was surrounded by whiteness.There was nothing around me—just endless white.I realized I must be in the infirmary. That meant... we made it back to the pack."Hello there, my little flower," a soft, lulling voice said.I turned my head—and nearly screamed.Standing next to my bed, smiling down at me, were my mother, my father, and Lillian."Hey there, Iry. How are you feeling?" Lillian asked gently.Tears welled in my eyes.I thought I was losing my mind—seeing my dead family standing right in front of me."Come on, baby girl, don’t cry," my father said, wiping a tear from my cheek. "You're not crazy. Please don’t cry.""I failed all of you," I sobbed."No, you didn’t," my mother said, patting my hand. "You were brave—braver than we could have ever imagined. I’m just sorry we had to leave you to deal with all of this on your own."Lillian stepped forward, her eyes soft."Iris, I need to tell you why I l

"Matthew, you evil child!" I shouted angrily.I couldn't chase after him — my belly had grown too much. The twins were growing fast, faster than I could have imagined.Damien walked in with a confused expression."What's wrong? Why were you shouting?" he asked, wrapping his arms around my belly."Matthew ate all my pickles and then ran away," I whimpered.He chuckled into my neck."Were they for the babies?"I nodded, pouting.He inhaled my scent and I felt his muscles relax against me."I’ll go out and get you more," he said, bending down to speak to my stomach."Would you like Daddy to get you more pickles? Daddy needs his pups to grow big and strong," he cooed.Emma ran over and began rubbing my stomach.I smiled down at her. Matthew and Emma were like my own children now, but that didn't mean Matthew was off the hook for stealing my pickles.---4 Months Later"Damien! I felt a kick!" I squealed, trying to get out of bed.Unfortunately, that was easier said than done, so I gave up