All Chapters of No Longer The Naive Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

FREYAIt’s another day to go for a morning hunt. Morgan did what she did best, cooking. The woman doesn’t know any other thing than cooking and knitting were her favorite things to do and probably her only things to do. She washed the clothes and set the beds when we got up then sent us out to go hunt for food. Hand in hand, Alaric and I dashed into the woods and today, I was going to show him what my power was and how much I had of it. I told him I had the power to move things but I don’t think he believed me. When I told him, he didn’t freak out, he just nodded like I was telling him a dry joke. Today would be different, I am sure I am going to leave him jaw-dropping today.We went north this time. It’s the only part of the woods that we hadn’t explored. Alaric kept sneaking up at me, staring like I was going to go away and it made me blush multiple times. “What is it?” I asked him with a soft voice and giggled. My voice was nothing but a whisper, but he heard me.“We didn't get to

  FREYAI ran, faster than I ever had, my feet barely touching the ground as I sped through the forest, the wind rushing past me like whispers of the past that I couldn’t ignore anymore. The trees blurred around me, and I could feel my heart pounding not just from the effort of running but from the crushing weight of the truth I’d been hiding. It was too much to hold inside. The guilt. The lies. What the hell was Fenris looking for in this part of the woods? I almost forgot I was Gina for a moment. It’s been almost forever since the time I saw him. Staying in the stream wasn’t helping either. It reminds me a lot about Mary and the fact that I had lied to Alaric.He is here now and there is close to nothing I can do about it. He cannot go back home, not after what we just uncovered.&nb

 FREYA. The air felt suffocating, thick with regret and sorrow as I sat by the window, staring out into the vast wilderness. The wind whispered through the trees and buildings alike, but it brought no comfort. Instead, it only reminded me of the emptiness growing inside me. Alaric was gone—truly, irreversibly gone—and with him, any hope I had left of love. Had I loved him? Had I ever loved him? I was implying filling a space that was never any for me, a void I could never occupy no matter how much I tried. But it had been sweet and heartwarming, to have someone care so much about you and call you their own.I pressed my hand to my chest as if I could somehow soothe the ache deep within, but it didn’t work. Nothing worked. He left me… hated me, maybe. I had waited for him for days. I went to the woods every day to look for him and shou

FREYAThe sky was overcast, the air heavy with the promise of rain, as I walked away from Rowan. My heart was still pounding from our encounter in the garden we were close to kissing and at that point, if he had kissed me, I wouldn’t have stopped him. I needed it, bravely. But it was Rowan, after all. He still loved Freya, he still loved me, even after all these years. I don’t know what to feel towards him, anger or pain that he would never get to see me for who I am again. I can neither have him nor have Alaric. My mind swirled with confusion and pain. I didn’t know how to process everything that had happened, everything that had changed. Alaric’s face has been cold and distant, and it lingered in my thoughts like a wound that refused to heal.I clenched my fists at my sides, pushing back the urge to cry again. Crying wouldn’t change anything. I needed to be strong now, to keep my focus on what mattered—revenge. Rowan still didn’t know the full extent of what I had planned, but that

ROWANI could barely breathe, having her so close to me. Her eyes shimmered in the dark and those glowing eyes looked up at me, wanting, maybe. Oh, I really hoped she felt it too, all the emotions running through me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I leaned forward and closed my eyes raising her chin–“Papa!” Kelvin’s voice got me so scared, I immediately dismembered myself from Gina and gave her some space but it was already too late, the boy was looking up at me, at us, exchanging his glances with Gina and then looking back at me. “Papa?” He said with a lower voice and came to hide behind me, hugging my leg. His cheeks flushed and he was looking at Gina from the space between my legs.“Who is she? She is not Mama,” he said and peeped at Gina again. Gina seemed embarrassed a little bit but looking at Kelvin, her red cheeks disappeared and she was now cheerful, not embarrassed. I sighed and took Kelvin to my bed and tucked him in.“She is the new lady who is going to be taking care of yo