All Chapters of HOW TO KILL THE OMEGA LUNA: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

DILANDumbfounded, I remained still as Eva cried in my embrace. The rest of my rage slowly disappeared into the air. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came forth. Now, I wasn’t sure if she was acting or really in pain.Finally, her crying stopped. I pulled her away from my chest, looking into her face. There were dark circles under her soaked eyes, and her eyes were only half-open, as if she was dizzy. Both my hands held her shoulders, but I got a feeling that she would lose her balance and fall when I released her.And I was tempted to do exactly that.But suddenly, my phone rang.Eva looked up at me, her eyes dead and confused, like she had never heard the sound of a ringing phone. I released her shoulders after making sure she was stable and took my phone out of my pocket.‘VICTOR’ was displayed on the caller ID. I let him escape my wrath, but he still didn’t want to run. What could he possibly want?Without caring, I muted the call and put the phone back in my pocket. When

MIAI didn’t even need to see him. Even before the door fully opened, I felt a jolt in my chest. It was the mate bond—stronger now, pulling me like a magnet. I gasped, my heart racing as the door shut with a light click.Khalid. He’d come back.He walked toward the dining room with slow, heavy steps. My breath hitched in my throat as he came into view. He looked… entirely different. His shirt was rumpled, and his hair was messy, as if he’d been running his fingers through it all night. There were even tiny twigs on top of his head—like he’d spent a lot of time in the woods. But it was his eyes that really caught me. They were bloodshot and tired, looking completely out of place on his beautiful, structured face. He looked confused, like someone who had walked miles and forgot where he was going.I heard Steve stop chewing. I could see his gaze darting from me to Khalid, his expression shifting from suspicion to curiosity. He looked like he wanted to say something, but the tension in t

KHALID*(Night before; after storming out of the room and Steve’s house.)I walked out of Steve’s house like a man beaten to oblivion—feeling defeated and dejected. I didn’t know where I was going, and I didn’t care. Mia’s words were still ringing in my ears, over and over again, like a bell that would go on forever.Dilan. Dilan did it, indeed. He killed her.Sometimes… I’d thought of the possibility. Whether there was even a little chance he’d go that far. But I always shoved it off with a pang of guilt. I’d ask myself: Why would I even think he’s vile enough to do such a thing? I had tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, thinking that even a monster has lines he won’t cross. I walked down the dark streets, my hands shoved deep into my pockets to hide the way they were shaking. I knew I was a wanted man. I knew the police were probably patrolling the next block over, looking for any signs of my face. But I didn't care if they caught me. I didn't care if they shot me right t

MIAI sat on the edge of one of the sitting room chairs, my fingers twisting the hem of my shirt. My face felt swollen from the crying, and my chest was still heavy and tight. Beside me, Khalid was leaning back, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. He looked conflicted and regretful—but also beyond irritated. Every few seconds, he sighed and rubbed his knuckles together. He had only agreed to come here because I pleaded with him to. I had literally blocked the kitchen door with my body, wiping my eyes and whispering for him to just listen to Steve.Khalid didn’t know why I had really kissed him in the kitchen. He might have thought it was out of intuition or desire, but in that moment, it was out of pure panic. When Steve had tried to pull him from behind, I saw Khalid’s eyes turn into that terrifying, unnatural red. By now, I’ve observed its patterns. It only came if he’d suppressed his rage multiple times until he couldn’t suppress it anymore. If he had turned around to face

MIAWe’ve finally left Steve’s house. I had my hand in Khalid’s palm as he led me forward toward the same path we arrived at last night.My heart was heavy, and my head was occupied with thoughts that made it difficult to walk. After Steve’s story and his advice to us, we had talked for some more time. Khalid even stepped aside with him so they could talk alone. Shortly after they came back, Khalid told me that we were leaving. Of course, I knew we had to leave soon. But at that moment, something clamped at my chest. I hadn't known Steve or the house for even a day, and yet I felt so familiar with him and everything.When I looked at Steve, he’d smiled at me and said he hoped to see us one day—maybe when we had kids, so he'd tell them about our time in his house. I smiled back and let out a little laugh. But regretfully, a tear also fell from my eyes. I wiped it off before anyone could ask questions.There was a jarring intensity of pain in Steve’s house. I just knew he would go back