Semua Bab The Alpha's Unworthy Luna : Bab 91 - Bab 100

ELENA'S POV,When Olivia finally stopped crying, and only the dried mark of tears remained on her face, I tried to move away from Ryan, but she refused to let me leave her side. She held my hand the whole evening, even when her eyes were already heavy with sleep. She didn't let go of my hand, probably because she was afraid that I might leave because she had hurt me.I loved her a lot and wouldn't have left even if she had meant the words she was saying.Truthfully, it did hurt a little at first when she said she didn't want me to be her mom. It wasn't because I wanted to marry Ryan; instead, for some reason, I thought she was indirectly confessing that she didn't want me in her life. But soon I realised she didn't mean what I thought she meant.Even before she explained what she actually meant, I knew that she worded her feelings wrong. I understood and was never going to leave her over something like that. She was a precious girl, and I knew she would have never forgiven herself had

ELENA'S POV, The days after my conversation with Ryan passed without any hiccups. He was weirdly understanding of my decision to leave the palace someday in the future. And didn't bother me again to have a conversation with him, or try to change my mind about it. We went about our routines as if nothing had changed. There was no awkwardness or tension between us either. Everything was going on according to the routine—breakfast in the morning, lessons with Olivia, lunch in the afternoon, play time, dinner and bedtime story before sleep. In the meantime, Ryan was also respecting my wishes. He maintained distance whenever anyone else was around, but in private, he was a wild animal. We held hands, kissed, cuddled and tried a few things I didn't even know about. I always thought that those kinds of relationships were about punishment and weird fetishes, but he showed me that there was more to it. He explained to me the importance of discipline and trust, and showed me how much control

ELENA'S POV,“Elena.” I heard Ryan's voice and turned to find him standing at the bottom of the service staircase, half hidden in the shadow. I tried to read his face, but his expression was mostly unreadable.However, the moment he moved into the light, my stomach dropped because his expressions became clearer. He looked embarrassed and guilty. “What’s wrong?”I panicked and started thinking of the things that would have made no sense, given any other situation. My initial thought was that, after all these days, he was finally going to have the conversation about me leaving. There was a small part inside me that dreaded having that conversation, but I told myself to explain everything to him in a better way.“We need to talk,” he said quietly, and I nodded for him to continue. “About Julian.”My chest tightened at the sound of that name, but there was also a sigh of relief when I realised it wasn't what I was thinking. “What about him?”He didn’t answer me right away, and I contemplat

ELENA'S POV,I stood in front of the mirror, looking at a reflection that didn’t feel like me.The television in my room was at low volume, and Julian's face filled the screen. At this point, I was quite literally torturing myself, but I wanted to know what more lies he was going to share with the world. I wanted to see if he ever cared about Molly. So, I watched the news with the hope that he might come to the realisation that using his dead daughter for publicity wasn't the right thing to do.But that never happened.It was yet another interview, followed by another long speech about doing the right thing, in the memory of ‘his’ dead daughter. His smile was radiant and polished enough to blind me by the time his speech was over, yet the crowd around him couldn't see the truth. They applauded him, showering him with flowers when he stepped down from the podium.I turned off the TV because his speech was the only thing I wanted to hear.Ever since I saw him on the news, I had spent day

ELENA'S POV, The main doors of the Presidential Palace opened wide to welcome the foreign guests. The sun was setting over the horizon and the sky was turning from dark blue to black. I was standing next to Ryan and Olivia at the main entrance, waiting for the Lycan delegation. The gold patterns on the door were glimmering under the chandelier light and the courtyard was alive with movement. The attendants carried silver trays, and the scent of fresh roses wafted through the crisp evening air. Guards in uniform stood all around the property—both the presidential police and military. They were ordered to cover the area and keep an eye on any suspicious activity. His personal guards were behind him in formal attire, they were tasked with providing protection to the Lycans along with the Lycan's personal security team. A lot of security measures had to be taken care of, because the Presidential Palace was going to host probably the most important guests. There wasn't a single emp