Semua Bab Drawing Her Fate: Luna's Redemption: Bab 131 - Bab 140

Alexandra’s POV How right I was, as the moment I stepped back into the hall from the terrace, I saw Alpha Nicolas and Laura bump right into Joe and Alyssa. Alpha Nicolas looked visibly shaken, his eyes narrowing at the fresh mating mark on my sister’s neck while Laura stiffened beside him. I moved closer, my heart drumming in my chest, as Alpha Nicolas released Laura’s hand and stepped toward Joe. "Mr. Lennox, what right did you have to kidnap my Luna?" he demanded loudly, ignoring the crowd’s stares. Alyssa tensed and pressed herself closer to Joe. "Alpha Nicolas, the last I knew, my sister was your Luna," said Sebastian, appearing out of nowhere beside him. "I intended to take Alyssa as my second mate, but she was kidnapped," Nicolas replied, and all eyes turned to Laura. For a split second, she looked stunned but quickly plastered on a sweet, calculated smile and nodded. Somehow, I could tell she had also planned t

Alexandra’s POV Sebastian was ready to shift, but I caught his hand in mine. “I know a faster way,” I whispered, and in a blink, we were standing in his bedroom. He looked at me, eyes wide. “You are full of surprises, kitten.” I just winked, giggling softly. But my laughter died the second he moved. In a flash, I was on my back, his weight pressing me into the bed, his body heat wrapping around me, waking up my desires. Neither of us had bothered to dress after shifting, and the feeling of his bare skin sliding against mine sent shivers through every inch of me. My pulse raced, breath catching in my throat. “Are you still going to resist, Alex?” he murmured, voice low and rough, spreading my legs with his knee. I bit my lip hard, refusing to answer. It was pointless anyway—I couldn’t fight what I felt. I missed him. I needed to feel him, to be claimed again. “Kitten, I need your

Alexandra’s POVMarco went inside, and Arabella whispered in my ear before we entered the venue, “Where do you always find hot guys?”“Luna, you have a mate—behave,” I whispered back dramatically to tease her.“Admiring beauty isn’t cheating. You know I love Leo,” she pouted, and I just giggled. Of course, I knew.The venue already looked fantastic, the soft sunlight dancing across polished floors as the staff hurried to add final touches. My heart swelled seeing my work come alive—colors, textures, emotions—every brushstroke finally had a voice. Arabella went to check if all the dresses had been delivered, leaving me alone with Marco.“It looks lovely,” he said, walking around and studying each piece.“I’m absolutely in love with this painting,” he murmured, stopping near the one of a woman walking into the forest with a rusty-brown wolf. The woman was painted from behind, but from the frame and the ginger curls, it was easy to tell it was me and Eilyul. The way he looked at it wasn’

Alexandra's POV I was standing in the middle of the exhibition hall. It was a big day for me and Arabella, but all I could think about was the upcoming battle. How many lives were we going to lose because of someone’s hunger for power and revenge? I would definitely prefer to have the fight somewhere far from the pack grounds, to spare the lives of our people. The sunlight poured through the gallery windows, making the satin of my blouse glow a little too much under the golden light. The soft blue felt like a strange mix of calm and confidence — maybe that’s why I chose it. The lace on the shoulders and cuffs was delicate, almost fragile, but today I needed that softness. Something to remind me that there was still beauty in the world even when everything else felt like it was about to burn. Samantha, Arabella, Julian, Leo, Joe, Alyssa, and Marco were already by my side, and we exchanged know

Sebastian’s POV I tried to compose myself, but the storm inside me was already raging, clawing to break free. My pulse was pounding in my ears, and even the air around me felt heavy with tension. Julian was gathering allies in the conference room at the venue, and I—damn it—I had to get rid of Christine before I lost my mind. The fashion show was finally over. Models were leaving the runway, music fading, and applause dying down. And there she was—Christine—casting her hungry eyes around the hall like a viper looking for me. When her gaze found me, she smiled like she owned me. “Here you are,” she exclaimed, rushing toward me. “Here I am,” I muttered, my mind already spinning with excuses to send her away. “It’s over,” she purred, looping her arm through mine. “So now we can go to dinner. Unless you want to stay longer and explore your ex’s tasteless paintings.” She gave a laugh that scraped my nerves raw and