All Chapters of Taming My Vengeful Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

**Reika/Zara**My face was pressed into the nook of her neck, an assortment of floral scent and essential oils assaulted my senses.But beneath them, I could still perceive the scent of the woman who had been my best friend for more than four years.The one who had comforted me in the darkness nights when Kaid didn’t care to look at me, when I was labelled barren and maltreated.The friend who stood beside and behind me when my right to claim the Alpha position was contested by the Elders of the pack.I crushed her in my arms, my eyes tingling..Bella. I barely thought about her after I came back, barely stopped to think about how she took the news of my death, how she reacted when Kaid and Lyra announced their engagement afterwards.She stood frozen in my arms, her hands tapping my back rapidly.I pulled away, my hands still around her and my eyes glassy.Her eyes were narrowed, the powder she held now cracked against the counter and her face filled with rage.“Who the hell are you?

**Stephan**I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows braced against my knees, staring at the woman lying beneath the sheets. The room smelled faintly of medicine and damp fabric, but all I could focus on was the shallow rise and fall of her chest. Zara looked pale, too pale, her hair plastered against her skin, her lips colorless.I hated the way it made me feel; tight, unsettled, like there was something clawing at me from the inside. I forced my hands into fists until my knuckles turned white.I looked over at Kyren who stood close to the door, his feet tapping the ground while he looked at his watch for the millionth time.Maybe if I wasted the elders' time more, they’d call off the meeting and return to their homes.The doctor straightened after what felt like an eternity and gave a bow. “She’s fine, Alpha. Exhaustion and shock, nothing more. She simply needs to rest.”Relief hit me like a blade sliding free from my ribs. I didn’t show it, not outwardly, but something in me unclenche

**Zara/Reika**I gritted my teeth as the ticking of the wall clock echoed in my ears.Each second pounded against my chest like a mockery, reminding me I was running out of time.I slammed the file shut and threw it across the bed, anger boiling in me. Nothing. Nothing that could help me. Not a single goddamn thing in those papers that could give me an edge, a clue, a way out.“Fuck!” I hissed under my breath, raking my fingers through my hair. My body felt like a live wire, buzzing with panic. Every nerve in me screamed I wasn't ready for this.I was going to end up killed. I paced the length of the room, cursing again when my legs almost gave out from the shaking.The note still lay on my nightstand, taunting me in that god awful handwriting.I wanted to tear it apart. Burn it. Pretend it never came. But pretending won’t save me. Pretending won’t stop whoever’s pulling the strings from ending me in my sleep if I failed to appear.My gaze moved to the untouched dinner tray on the

The last thing I wanted is to be greeted by the mess Zara left behind in her rage last night. The shattered glasses, files strewn round the office, and my dignity scattered in pieces right along with them. My chest tightened as I tried to force the memory of the night out of my mind. Hopefully the gift I sent would appease her. I was even more shocked at her behavior. Everyday, she gave me a reason to wonder if another soul had taken over the quiet woman I once knew.I stepped into the office, my eyes wide, expecting to see a battlefield but the office… The office was spotless. Every trace of her fury has been wiped away, and I let out a sigh of relief.As I stepped in, I found Kyren seated on an armchair, holding a teacup and looking at me with eyes that almost seemed like mockery. His lips trembled at the sides like was holding himself back from bursting into a laugh.I scowled. “What?”He raised both hands, faking innocence. “Nothing.”I bit the inside of my cheek. “Speak, Kyren!”

**Zara/Reika**My hands trembled as I continued to gaze up at her. Not from fear but anticipation.Her long silky brown hair was braided away from her face, gold jewelry pieces attached to the braids and her laughter echoed in my ears. She was happy. Of course, the wicked ones always were.Time to make contact.I weaved through the bevy of shoppers, my face blank as I tried not to draw attention. The marble floor gleamed, and the scent of luxury hung thick in the air.“Good afternoon, ma’am,” a chirpy voice cut into my thoughts as I approached the staircase leading to the balcony. I turned and two saleswomen with glaring fake smiles blocked my path. “Can we help you find anything special today?” The first one asked, rubbing her hands against her tailored pencil skirt.I narrowed my eyes, taking in their appearance. I knew their type—commission chasers. Always ready to pounce on anyone they think might have money.“Yes,” I answered coyly and dipped my hand into my purse. I pulled o