All Chapters of The Luna's Last Stand: Betrayed and Rejected: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sofia POV.I woke to a knock at my door. At first I thought it was a dream. The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your ears ring. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. The knock came again, soft but urgent. I wrapped a shawl around my shoulders and went to open it.Faith slipped inside without waiting for an answer. She closed the door behind her like someone trying to hide from the wind. Her clothes were neat but she moved like she had something heavy on her chest.“I have a lot to discuss with you,” she said, and then, as if testing the air, she asked, “Have you seen Luna around?”The question sounded like something she already knew the answer to. She was waiting for me to say something, for me to make a mistake. I looked at her and shook my head. “No. I haven’t seen her.”Faith’s eyes searched my face. For a moment I thought she was looking for signs — signs that I was keeping secrets too. “What happened? You woke me up for this,” I said, trying to pull myself together. I was st

Author POVNightshade walked slowly back toward the house. His boots were covered in dirt, his dark cloak dragging through the dry grass. The night air was heavy, almost too quiet, as if the world itself was mourning what had just happened.Evelyn was standing outside the house, waiting for him. Her arms were folded across her chest, but her eyes showed worry. When she saw him approach, she stepped forward.“How is everything? Did you clear it all?” Evelyn asked, her voice low but sharp, like she already feared the answer.Nightshade stopped in front of her. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. Then, he gave a small, tired smile, trying to lighten the weight between them. “Evelyn, let me tell you… you are indeed a great warrior leader. You did well by training them. They fought bravely.”His smile faded almost as quickly as it came.Evelyn let out a long breath and placed her hand on his shoulder. “You’re also a great leader, Nightshade. But tell me the truth. How did you find the ho

Sofia POV.I walked to Grandma’s room and closed the door softly behind me. The house smelled like old wood and lavender. Light came through the curtains in thin stripes. My heart beat loud in my ears. I felt like I had no right to be there, but I needed to find the paper. I needed to know.I looked around the room. Everything was neat. The bed was made tidy. The dresser had no dust. The wardrobe doors were shut. Shelves held books and little porcelain things. Nothing seemed out of place. My hands itched to search, but I tried to keep calm. “Where can she keep this document?” I asked the empty room. My voice sounded small.I moved slowly. I opened drawers, one by one. Socks, handkerchiefs, letters tied with ribbon. A stack of old photographs. Faces I half remembered. I spread them on the bed and stared. I traced the mouths and the eyes with my finger. None of the faces were mine. None of the names matched what I wanted to find.I checked the bedside table. Two small drawers. Inside, a

Luca’s POVI sat on the throne, leaning slightly forward, listening to the men across from me. They were from another pack, one of our allies, and we had been discussing trade and business for the last hour. My head was already heavy from numbers and agreements, but I kept my face calm. Being Alpha meant never showing weakness, not even when exhaustion pressed on your shoulders.“Alpha, the meeting is being held now, and the elders are expecting you,” one of the palace guards interrupted, bowing slightly as he spoke.I glanced at him, my eyes narrowing. I didn’t like interruptions. But I also knew the elders were not patient men. They hated being kept waiting.“Tell them I will join them soon,” I replied in a steady voice.“Yes, Alpha.” The guard bowed again and left quickly.I returned my attention to the men before me. Their eyes watched me carefully, waiting for my decision. I could sense their nervousness, the way they shifted in their seats. Doing business with the Alpha of this

Sofia POVThe palace felt heavy that morning. The air itself carried unease, like a storm waiting to break. Servants moved quickly through the corridors, their eyes low, their voices hushed. I could sense tension in every corner, but no one wanted to speak openly in front of me.As I stepped out into the wide stone hallway, the faint sound of voices drifted toward me. I slowed my steps, letting their words reach me before they noticed my presence."Many bad things keep happening in this palace," one of the maids whispered, her tone filled with frustration and fear. "Not only here in the palace—every member of the pack is facing it."I froze where I stood, hidden by the tall pillars. My heart skipped. What happened again? What could they mean this time?Another maid sighed, her voice sharp with exhaustion. "I am tired. I will soon run away from this palace. I cannot keep living like this."The first one murmured in agreement, but a third voice cut in, louder and angrier. "Me? I won’t e