All Chapters of Fighter Luna's Shifted Fate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

(Eliza's POV)I curtseyed low, keeping my eyes fixed on the polished floor. My heart pounded so hard beneath my ribs, I feared someone might hear it."You may rise," Harriet Stone said, her tone clipped with efficiency.As I straightened, I carefully maintained my submissive posture—shoulders slightly hunched, head tilted downward, hands clasped before me. The bruises on my face, though fading, provided the perfect disguise.Who would look twice at a beaten servant girl?The servants around me moved with practiced precision, arranging dishes and tidying spaces. No one paid me any particular attention.I wondered if the "Alpha" they spoke of was Alexander Hayes. I hadn't anticipated that my unassuming appearance and the bruises on my face would become such an advantage in infiltrating the residence.Harriet Stone studied me with narrowed eyes. "You'll do," she decided, nodding curtly. "Follow me and do exactly as I say. The Alpha expects perfection.""Yes, Nanny Stone," I murmur

(Elder Morgan's POV)The moment they entered my chamber, I felt my blood begin to boil. William glanced at Eliza with cold indifference before looking away, as if she were nothing more than an insect beneath his notice. Victoria couldn't even meet my eyes, her gaze darting around the room like a cornered animal. And James—my own son—appeared utterly oblivious to the tension filling the air.I watched as James noticed Eliza sitting quietly beside me. His brow furrowed, disapproval etched across his features."I greet Mother," he said with a stiff bow. Then his eyes narrowed at Eliza. "Mother, by pampering Liza like this, you'll spoil her and make her lose all sense of propriety. When she marries Zachary Wilson from the Hawthorne pack, she'll disgrace us all..."The audacity! After everything they had done, he dared lecture me about propriety?I slammed my hand against the table with such force that the teacups rattled. James fell silent instantly, his mouth snapping shut mid-senten

(Elder Morgan's POV)I stared at Victoria, watching her squirm under my gaze. The woman who had tormented my granddaughter now couldn't even meet my eyes."Is it true?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the tense silence. "Did you fabricate an illness to drain Eliza of her blood?"Victoria's hands trembled as she clutched her robes. "Elder Morgan, you must understand—""Answer the question," I interrupted sharply.She drew a shaky breath. "Yes," she finally admitted, her voice barely audible. "But it was after Katherine's death. I was overcome with grief."My contempt for this woman deepened with every word she spoke."Grief?" I echoed, my voice dripping with disdain. "Grief doesn't justify cruelty to your own blood."Victoria's face crumpled. "She took Katherine from us! My beautiful daughter—""She was never your daughter!" I thundered, causing Victoria to flinch. "Katherine was a fraud who stole Eliza's birthright!"William suddenly stepped forward, his injured leg caus

(Eleanor Morgan's POV)"Was she planning to kill William?" I wondered aloud, my fingers drumming against the armrest of my chair.Donna Dennis stood before me, her hands clasped respectfully. Despite her years of service to my son, I found her loyalty to Eliza refreshing. Perhaps there was more to this woman than I had initially believed."I've been wondering the same thing," Donna admitted, her voice carefully neutral. "The way she spoke of him..."I leaned forward, unable to contain my curiosity any longer. "Tell me exactly what instructions she gave you. I need to know what my granddaughter is planning."Donna hesitated, clearly torn between her new loyalty to Eliza and her respect for me."You needn't worry about betraying her confidence," I assured her. "I gave you to her service, but I'm still her grandmother. I have a right to know if she's planning something... drastic.""Actually," Donna replied with a slight smile, "Miss Eliza anticipated your curiosity. She specifical

(Eliza's POV)The rhythmic sound of my practice staff cutting through the air filled the garden as I completed another sequence of movements. Sweat beaded on my forehead despite the cool morning air, but I refused to slow my pace."Excellent form, Miss Eliza," Holly Reed commented, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "Your balance has improved considerably."I lowered my staff and turned to see Agatha Winters approaching with a nervous young woman trailing behind her. The girl kept her head bowed, her long hair strategically arranged to cover part of her face."Miss Eliza," Agatha called, "I've brought the person we discussed."I nodded calmly. "Take her to Sparrow's quarters. I'll join you shortly."Holly Reed, my combat instructor, gave me an approving nod. Standing tall with her muscular frame and no-nonsense demeanor, she was everything I aspired to be—strong, capable, and feared."We'll continue tomorrow," Holly said, gathering her equipment. "Focus on defensive stances during