บททั้งหมดของ Luna's Revenge : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

West POV There's no denying it—I've been the biggest douchebag to Aria. Even though I've been the perfect Alpha to my pack, recently I've been the worst kind of asshole to the one person who means the most to me. I can't explain why I'm treating her this way, but guilt is definitely one of the factors. It's been gnawing at me, a constant, unrelenting ache in my chest that I can't shake. I almost lost her because I allowed her to go to the enemy territory. I was against it from the start, and yet, I let her go. I understand why she went, she has always felt like she owes this pack, though she did save our pack members in the process. But the bait she was supposed to be—her role, her purpose—wasn't fulfilled. It's like a part of me was trying to protect her, but I failed. I failed her, and I can't stand the thought of it.I've been so consumed by my own pride and my need to be in control that I've forgotten what it means to be a true leader. A true Alpha isn't just about strength or do

Aria POV I had barely opened my eyes when I heard the voices in the sitting room, I quickly sat up from my bed, I can place that voice wherever and whenever. I have to admit that I made a hasty decision by running out of my den last night, but I was filled with rage and angry that West was ignoring me, I was ready to talk to him and find out what was wrong with him, why he has been treating me in that manner for weeks now, but outrightly ignoring my demand to talk to him triggered it all, I just couldn't remain there, so I shifted and ran out of the house and without thinking it twice, I ran to Ragnar's den, knowing fully well that Beatrice would be there. As I approached the house, Ragnar's men that stayed outside made their way to me while I slowed down. Once they saw that it was me, they quickly bowed and I nodded at them, they directed me to the house.“I'm at your door Beatrice, get me a dress,” I told her.“What? My place or Ragnar's place, because I'm at Ragnar's place,” she a

West povIf someone had told me yesterday that I would be kissing my mate again today, I would have laughed in their face. I couldn’t believe it, and I still can’t. It feels like a dream, a surreal moment that defies logic and reason. But here I am, standing in the present, with her lips pressed against mine, her hands wrapped around my neck, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that speaks of both love and a deep, unspoken truth.As if she had read the very thoughts that were racing through my mind, she gently disentangled her lips from mine, her touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary. Her hands found their way around my neck, and she looked me straight in the eyes, as if she were searching for the truth I was too afraid to speak. There was a weight in her gaze, a quiet determination that made me feel both vulnerable and powerful.“Promise me,” she said, her voice steady, unwavering. I looked at her, trying to figure out what she was asking for, what she needed fr

Aria POV The soft, muffled voices and distant sounds of conversation broke through the haze of sleep, pulling me from my restless slumber. I sat up, the weight of the night still clinging to me, and slowly pushed myself to my feet. The dim light of the hallway filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows that danced like ghosts across the floor. As I made my way down the hallway, the voices grew clearer, more distinct, and I felt my heart quicken with a mix of curiosity and unease.“Alpha, there’s no way only you would go to the Crescent pack, why? Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Sage’s voice rang out, sharp and filled with concern, and I froze in place, the words hitting me like a thunderclap. I turned, my breath catching in my throat, as I saw Sage standing at the bottom of the staircase, his eyes wide with worry, his expression a mixture of fear and disbelief.West wants to go to the Crescent pack alone? It can’t be, I thought to myself, my breathing hitched up in f

West POV Not again, this same argument? I muttered to myself, my frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. Have we gone back to this again? I couldn’t help but feel like the goddess had given me a mate with more stubbornness than any wolf I had ever known. It was as if she had woven a thread of defiance into my very soul, and I was stuck with it.My wolf, the very one that's supposed to be on my side , chuckled low in my chest and said. “That’s one of her most attractive traits,” his voice a soft rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. I chose to ignore him, as I always did, because I knew that if I gave in, I would lose the battle.“I don’t want you to put yourself in danger way, Aria,” I said, my voice steady but laced with concern. I had seen the way her eyes would flicker with determination, the way her jaw would set when she was sure of herself. I had seen the fire in her, and I knew that if I tried to reason with her, I would only end up losing.“It’s not like we’re going