All Chapters of Drawing Her Fate: Luna's Redemption: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alexandra's POV We were sipping coffee nervously when Arabella and Joe walked in together. Arabella kissed my cheek and made herself comfortable in the seat next to me. "I’m sorry, Alex, for that late-night call," Arabella said. "Leo went crazy, saying you were in danger and that he needed to speak to you right away. I'm not sure since when he became a seer," she joked lightly, "but he claimed that even though our bond is strenghtening, he still has the fainted bond with you and wants to protect you." Joe’s eyes widened. "I felt the same—that you were in danger. I couldn’t rest. Images of you running through the woods, hunted by rogues, kept flashing in my dreams." This time, my own eyes widened because he described exactly what I had seen. My chest tightened as if invisible hands were squeezing the air out of me. "Did you see the woman’s face in your dream? Are you sure it was me?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. "The woman?" Joe frowned, puzzled. "I didn’t see your face, bu

Alexandra’s POV I still couldn’t believe that the woman in Joe’s arms was the one from my dreams—the one we had just rescued. He was carrying her unconscious, petite frame to the car. It felt awkward to see how much she looked like me. A thousand questions burned inside me, waiting for this mysterious woman to wake. Even though we had saved her, Eilyul was still restless, pacing in my mind. “Happy to see you safe,” Arabella said, handing us some clothes. Her eyes widened as she looked at the girl. “She’s a carbon copy of you.” Joe growled as if he didn’t want to let the mysterious woman out of his arms, not even for a second. But finally, he laid her gently on the grass and dressed himself with the speed of light. Warriors from Leo’s pack stood by their vehicle, waiting for orders. Leo himself came over, hugging Arabella before his gaze landed on the unconscious girl. “So… who is she?” he asked,

Alexandra's POV Christine made an empathetic face and said in a very innocent, supportive voice, "but do not think Seb does not care about you at all. He felt so bad for breaking your fragile little heart that he was not able to face you, letting me deliver you news. I am sorry, but Sebastian and I were made for each other." My heart was about to leap out of the chest. "Your bags are packed. Where shall I send them?" Asked Christine casually without a blink, like she was not showing me to the door in my own home, in my pack where I was supposed to be the Luna. Eilyul was on the edge, raging in fury, and so was I. “Let me rip her apart,” she growled in my mind, claws scratching the inside of my skull. “She dares to smile like that in our home? She wants to steal your place, your mate, everything. I’ll tear her throat out before she calls herself Luna.” Her jealousy boiled, spilling into me, a storm o

Sebastian’s POV “Seb, I didn’t deserve such treatment,” Christine said, her voice trembling as a single tear rolled down her cheek. But I didn’t buy her act. I knew her too well. “I left everything behind—jeopardizing my relationship with Xavier, losing the crown—and rushed here to comfort you because I truly love you,” she sobbed. “Alexandra stabbed you in the back, and yet you’re still looking for her. I don’t understand.” She covered her face dramatically with her palms, sobbing louder. “Christine, what’s going on?” I demanded. She lowered her hands and looked at me with tear-filled eyes. “Don’t you know that Alexandra left you?” “What?” I roared, my heart about to leap out of my chest. She couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Would she? She loved me—her feelings were genuine. “She packed her things and left for Joe’s. She said she can’t lie to you anymore or hide her feelings for him,” Ch

Laura's POV I was having breakfast when Omega brought me a magazine. “Luna, I thought you’d like to see this,” she said, handing me the latest issue of Forg, open to a certain article. “It’s about your brother.” “Thank you, Amy,” I replied politely. The girl did everything possible to please me, and I rewarded her generously — she was my eyes and ears, collecting the latest news and gossip for me. She nodded and pointed to a photo of Christine, smiling widely, then flipped quickly to her interview. “I’m happy to be reunited with my true love.” I laughed under my breath. Which one of them? I continued reading. “Sebastian Lennox and I were meant for each other, so we decided not to fight our destiny.” What? Was he back with the blonde bimbo? My pulse spiked as I skimmed further. What about miserable Alexandra — the “love of his life,” as my brother once swore she was? I quickly searched for a line about her.