All Chapters of HOW TO KILL THE OMEGA LUNA: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

KHALIDThe next morning, sunlight filtered through the windows, rousing me. I stretched, muscles still sore, and headed for the bathroom.Splashing water on my face, I met my gaze in the mirror. I looked smaller than I remembered, my eyes holding a rare lightness. For the first time in what felt like forever, they truly held a spark. A grin touched my lips, revealing white teeth, and a wave of unexpected hope surged through me.I was going to get back my mate soon.This was my first full day in the human world. I had to make it count.Quietly, I walked to June’s bed and tapped his shoulder. We needed to move, and quickly.“June. It’s morning, get up!” I tapped his shoulder, desperate to move on from this place.No response.I leaned closer, placing a hand on his back. It felt still… cold. My brows furrowed. My heart began to thump a frantic rhythm. His chest wasn’t rising.“June?”I jerked upright, body rigid. “June,” I called again—louder now, shaking him. His head tilted slightly wi

MIA“Come in,” I said. I knew it was Dilan.The door handle twisted, but the door didn’t open. I suddenly remembered that I had bolted it the night before.“Oh damn!” I rushed over to the door and removed the bolt before opening it.Dilan stood outside, a smile on his face. He looked like a different person. His hair wasn’t scattered as it was last night—nor was he as pale. He didn’t appear angry or in pain or frustrated either. Instead, there was a glint in his eyes. He looked like an entirely new person.He stepped into the room, his head turning, scanning as if looking for something. He wore a white shirt and khaki knickers.“You locked me out, huh?”“Oh… no,” I laughed nervously, pressing my palm to my forehead. “Just thought to bolt the door for extra privacy. I know it’s your house, but it’s still my room.”Dilan laughed. For the first time, it sounded genuine, not from the dark corners of his mind. Our eyes met, and we just stood there for a full minute. The clock ticked in my

Last chapters continuation… MIA“What?” asked Dilan.“H-hurting me… trying to make it stark clear that you will never accept me. That I’ll never be good enough for you? You told me something different… but you’re doing the opposite. Tell me, how long have you been sleeping together?”“W-we haven’t done—““Shut up, Mia. I wasn’t speaking to you. Know when to retreat back into your shell!”I just stood there, shocked and dumbfounded, a rush of emotions surging through me all at once.“Quite long—““Dilan! You know that’s a lie—““She asked you to shut up. So shut up, sister Omega,” Dilan snapped.“Sister Omega” sounded familiar. Then I remembered. Eva had called me that right after she taught me how to bring Bell back for a run—back on that night in the woods.Dilan faced Eva again. “I told you to move on. Find your mate and make up with him. You can keep crying from now until the world ends—I don’t care. I’ll still not accept you. So hit your head on the wall if you have to. But leave

KHALIDI lost my phone on the verge of breaking out of that hotel. I had barely gotten away, but I'd still raised an alarm. They were probably looking for me now. June's body was still there, and the two security guards would never be able to explain how I knocked them down. It would take no time before my face was out and wanted posters were everywhere. But I still didn’t care.Somehow, my instinct had pushed me here, to an outdoor restaurant a considerable distance from the hotel. I wasn't hungry. So I just took an empty table and stared into space, pain and intense regret tearing at my gut.It is over. Everything is over.June, my only lead, had mysteriously died. I didn’t even get the chance to kill him myself. My phone was gone too. Not that it mattered that much—but it held my second option, one I had imagined I would never use: the police’s contact, Ben. Maybe I could have found a way to convince him to help me dig for Dilan’s information since it was apparent Dilan was here in

MIAAs his lips met mine, the world went silent. I stayed still in his arms, the strangeness of it all teasing my brain. I could feel my legs turning into bubbles beneath me, and so was Bell. I leaned deeper into the kiss, bringing my hands up to hold him tight, as if my subconscious thought he might disappear from me again. Someone shouted something, but I didn’t hear what was said, and I was sure he didn’t either. A teardrop fell from my eyes as I held him even tighter. My pain, my fatigue, my regret—the ache in my heart—everything was gone. I knew it was because of him. I knew it was because of what he did. I missed the taste of his lips on mine. I missed his scent. I missed his face. I missed his voice. I missed being in his hands. At this moment, my heart would rather be here than anywhere else. But just as quickly as it had vanished, a cold realization dawned on me, and I suddenly pulled back, pushing him away. My body shook with regret and a sudden loathing for myself. Aft