All Chapters of The Luna's Last Stand: Betrayed and Rejected: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Luca’s POV“Aaaaaaah!”The scream cut through the quiet morning like a knife. I jumped up from where I sat, my body already tense. My head turned sharply toward the sound. Vivian was beside me, her face pale, her eyes wide with alarm. Without speaking, we both rushed out together.“What’s going on there?” I shouted as soon as I stepped into the hallway. My voice echoed against the walls, but no one answered.We ran faster, following the sound of cries and muffled voices. Soon, we reached the large corridor near the servants’ quarters. A crowd had already gathered—guards, maids, even kitchen workers—huddled in front of one door. Their faces were pale, some wet with tears, others frozen with fear.My chest tightened as I pushed my way forward. “What’s happening here?” I demanded.One of the guards glanced at me, then looked away quickly. His lips trembled as if he didn’t want to speak. Finally, one of the maids stepped forward, her whole body shaking. She wrung her hands nervously befor

Sofia POV.“What do you think if I go back to the palace?” I asked.Evelyn turned to me at once, her hands freezing in the air. She had been folding clothes, but now she stopped and stared like she didn’t believe what I just said. Slowly, she walked closer. Her hands folded in front of her, nervous, twisting together.“What?” she whispered. “Go back to the palace? How could you even think about that?” Her voice rose with shock. “Why would you risk yourself like that?”I lowered my gaze. My chest felt tight, but I forced my voice to stay calm. “Because something is wrong,” I said softly. “The last time I went to my old house, I felt it. There were things I couldn’t understand. Everyone in my family seemed to be hiding something from me. And Rose…” My throat closed for a second before I could finish. “Rose hasn’t sent me a single word. Not even one message. I can’t just wait anymore. If I go back to the palace, maybe I’ll find the truth. Maybe that’s the only place where the answers are.

Sofia’s POVThe phone was pressed gently against my ear. Evelyn’s voice came through the other end—soft, but I could hear the worry she was trying to hide.“How is everything over there?” she asked.I leaned back on the bed, letting my body sink into the soft mattress. For a moment, I closed my eyes and let myself breathe. The sheets smelled of lavender, clean and fresh, and the pillows swallowed my head when I rested on them. It was so comfortable, almost too comfortable, like the kind of bed made for queens. But reality tugged me back quickly.“Everything is fine for now,” I said, forcing my voice to sound steady.Silence followed for a heartbeat. I could picture Evelyn on the other end, holding the phone tightly, biting her lip the way she always did when she didn’t trust my words.Then she spoke again, sharper this time, like she was trying to cut through the calm mask I wore. “Did you see Rose?”I shifted on the bed, turning my head so I was staring up at the tall ceiling. The c

Sofia POV“Aaah!”The scream cut through the morning air like a knife. It came from somewhere past my door, sharp and sudden. My body froze. I sat still, listening.At first there was silence again, and I thought maybe I had imagined it. But then came more sounds—feet running down the hallway, voices shouting, the clatter of trays falling to the floor.Something was happening. Something bad.I pushed myself up and walked to the door. When I opened it, the corridor outside was filled with movement. Maids hurried up and down, skirts brushing against the floor. Some carried water, some carried cloths, but none of them seemed to know where to go. Their faces were pale and frightened.My heart beat faster. “What’s going on?” I asked one of them as she rushed by. She didn’t stop. She didn’t even look at me. She just ran.The sound drew me forward. I walked down the hall, my steps quickening with every shout I heard. Soon I came to the wide passage where the noise was strongest.There, a lar

Author POVThe night was dark, and the forest carried a silence that felt heavy. The only sound was the crunch of leaves under Nightshade’s boots as he moved forward. Behind him, his warriors followed in a single line, their faces tense, their bodies alert.They stopped at once when the faint sound of footsteps echoed ahead. The men stiffened, hands tightening on their weapons. Nightshade lifted his hand, signaling them to halt. His sharp eyes scanned the shadows in front of them.There, at the edge of a clearing, stood a house guarded by more men than he expected. A line of guards circled the walls, their torches burning brightly, their movements restless. Nightshade narrowed his eyes. He knew this place.He had been here before—once, to save a life. But tonight, he was here for something else. Tonight, there would be no mercy. Tonight, he came to fight.“Look ahead,” he whispered to his men. “That is the house. Many guards watch it, but we cannot turn back. We strike, and we strike