All Chapters of Luna's Revenge : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Aria POV As I slowly regained consciousness, a searing pain throbbed in my head, accompanied by a whirring sound and a blinding light that forced me to squint. I looked around, disoriented, and realized I was in the Alpha's room, well our room as it may be. West sat beside me, his head bowed, his face a mask of solemnity. I called out to him, my voice barely above a whisper. "West...West." He looked up, his eyes locking onto mine, and I signaled for water. His expression remained stoic as he handed me a cup, his movements economical and precise.But as I took a sip of the cool liquid, memories came flooding back. Rio. The pain and shock of his condition came rushing back, and I sat up with a jolt. The pain in my head was intense, but I didn't care. I had to see Rio. "Rio, West, where is Rio?" I asked, my voice laced with desperation. I threw off the covers and stood up, determined to rush to Rio's room. West tried to stop me, but a fierce determination burned within me, and I pushed

Beatrice POV The pain of losing Rio still lingered, a raw wound that refused to heal. But it wasn't just Rio's passing that weighed heavily on my mind; it was Aria, too. The vibrant and charming Luna who had once lit up the pack with her presence was now a shadow of her former self. I'd barely seen her since Rio's death, and each time I did, it felt like a knife to the heart. She is becoming distant as the day goes by, refusing the Alpha's help, more or less any other person.Memories of that fateful night still haunted me. I'd been sleeping in Aria's former room, while Rio, Liam, and some of Ragnar's men kept watch outside. The sudden attack had caught us off guard, and the sound of clashing steel still echoed in my mind. Rio's bravery had saved me, and I'd never forget the debt I owed him.As I sat with Ragnar, lost in thought, he noticed my distant expression. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, his voice gentle. I forced a smile, trying to hide the truth. "Nothing really, ju

West POV I descended the staircase, my footsteps echoing through the room. Ragnar stood up to greet me, but I signaled for him to sit back down as I took my own seat. "I would go to the Crescent pack, together with some of our warriors," I told him, my voice firm and resolute.Ragnar's eyes narrowed, his brow furrowed in concern. "Alpha, is that the best course of action?" he asked, his voice laced with caution. I met his gaze, my eyes blazing with fury and determination. The loss of my brother still felt like a raw wound, and I could feel the urge to lash out, to tear down anything that stood in my way.But I had been taught to be strong, to put the needs of the pack above my own. I had done it before, when my daughter and father were brutally killed. I could do it again. "What exactly do you propose we do?" I asked Ragnar, my voice cold and detached.Ragnar's expression was thoughtful, his eyes calculating. "I'm not saying we wouldn't attack, but if we do attack with the grief that

Aria POV My plan didn't need months to be hatched, just a day is enough, and finally, the night had arrived. Meeting with Light for the second time had been a game-changer, and I was grateful for her willingness to help me. She had shared with me the story of her mother, a fairy who had died giving birth to her, a werewolf. The guilt and pain in her eyes had been palpable, but I had chosen not to pry further. After all, I barely knew her, and it wasn't my place to offer empty words of comfort. What had struck me, however, was her romantic nature. She had been fascinated by the story of how West and I had become mates, and how we had discovered each other. I had played along, sharing a sanitized version of our story, all the while calculating the best way to utilize her help.Tonight was the night I would put my plan into action. I would attack the Crescent pack, and nothing would stand in my way. I called out to West, who was sleeping after a long meeting with his leaders. "West," I

West POV Ragnar's presence in my lair had given us ample time to plan our attack on the Crescent pack meticulously. The night before, we had successfully planted a reliable spy within their ranks, unbeknownst to them. What struck me as peculiar, however, was Aria's lack of inquiry about our plans. Typically, she would have been eager to join us, even if it meant sparking a heated debate between us."Alpha?" Ragnar's voice broke into my thoughts, and I turned to him, my expression inquiring. "I feel there's something going on with the Luna," he said, his brow furrowed in concern. "Or are you informing her of the plans we're making secretly?"I shook my head, dismissing the notion. Aria's behavior was indeed unusual, naturally she'd be all over the case, trying to know our plans. It could be that she's still yet to come to terms with what happened with Rio, but I pushed the thought aside, focusing on the task at hand. "She might think we won't attack anytime soon," I said, trying to ra