All Chapters of Drawing Her Fate: Luna's Redemption: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Sebastian’s POV We walked down to the underground dungeon. The light flickered against the damp walls, adding an even more dangerous, almost suffocating atmosphere. The air was thick with tension and the stench of old fear. Laura hadn’t been lying—the cells were empty. Every step felt like torture, dragging time itself, stretching my nerves to breaking point. Each echo of my boots reminded me that I still hadn’t found her. My mate. My reason to breathe. We had almost reached the end of the hall, but I still couldn’t catch Alexandra’s scent. That alone made my heart twist painfully in my chest. In a narrow passage, I spotted the door Samantha had mentioned—the torture room meant for Alexandra. My stomach turned. “Open the door,” I ordered, my voice low but deadly. “There’s no one there,” Laura protested quickly. “I said open the fucking door!” I roared, and my voice slammed off the stone walls, making even Alpha Nicolas flinch. He nodded to the guard, who hesitated for a moment

Sebastian’s POV Cristine entered my study, and her smile dropped the moment she saw my face. I probably looked like I was ready to kill—and I was. Anyone involved in kidnapping my mate would not leave alive. “Did you call for me, Sebastian?” she cooed sweetly. “Have a seat, Cristine,” I said, motioning to the chair in front of me. She sat down, blushing and batting her eyelashes. “Do you want to talk about our trip?” I looked away and inhaled deeply, trying not to lose my temper. I was already losing my sanity. “Alex is missing. Do you have any idea where she is?” I asked sternly. “For an ex-fiancée, you care too much about her whereabouts,” she pouted. “And I would never harm her anyway.” Ronnan roared in my head, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. My fist collided with the desk, rattling everything on it. Cristine jumped in her seat, startled. “Never harm her? Scheming against her, forcing her to leave the pack, breaking us apart with your lies wasn’t harming her?” I growled,

Alexandra’s POV I opened the villa door and stopped breathing for a second. The view was stunning—the sun already sliding down, the whole sky golden and pink, the colours dancing on the ocean waves. On the sand, there was a blanket with a cute romantic picnic set-up. The food smelled amazing. And next to it stood my mate, all in white—white pants and a white shirt that fit his tall frame way too perfectly. He was looking at me with so much adoration that it almost hurt. My chest tightened. I’d been so caught up in my stupid fear that something was wrong, I let paranoia ruin this small vacation with him. He was trying so hard to make me feel loved and at ease, and I was acting like an ungrateful bitch, pushing him away and looking for problems where there weren’t any. Probably after everything—Cristine’s tricks, the war—I was too stressed, too used to chaos, and now my mind didn’t know what to do with peace. I loved Sebastian. And tonight, I planned to let him mark me. I walked ove

Alexandra’s POV “I did not have a choice. My family is cursed,” mumbled Marco. His poor explanation just fueled my fury. My hands curled into fists before I even realized it, nails biting into my palms as anger burned hot and fast in my chest. “Cursed to steal mates and force yourself on them?” I snarled. My voice echoed louder than I intended, sharp and broken, carrying all the betrayal I tried to swallow. “Alex, I didn’t… never ever… I would not force myself on you. You…” he stuttered, his voice shaking, eyes darting like a trapped animal. “You were using my mate’s identity to try to mate and mark me. Isn’t that an attempted rape?” I yelled, jumping to my feet. My heart slammed violently against my ribs, rage and disbelief tangling until I could barely breathe. The image of his hands, his lies, made my skin crawl. He stood up too, ready to run if I did, but there was no point for me to run. Eilyul was not fully awake, and the realization hit me hard—I was vulnerable. Trapped.

Alexandra’s POV “Let Alpha cool down,” said Samantha, taking my hand and leading me away to my studio. “He is a big boy, he will be fine.” I silently followed her, a hurricane of emotions and thoughts swirling in my head. My chest felt tight, like I had been holding my breath for days and only now remembered how to breathe. The moment the door closed behind us in my studio and we sank onto the sofa, Samantha bounced up. “Spill everything. Who kidnapped you? Where have you been? Why is Alpha so mad?” She started to shower me with questions. Typical Samantha. “Sis, slow down,” I pleaded, rubbing my temples. My head still felt foggy from everything I had been through, and talking about it made my stomach twist. “Oh, totally forgot,” she said, grabbing a bottle of wine and some glasses from the table nearby, opening it and pouring me some, and pomegranate juice for herself. “Just a little encouragement,” she laughed and raised her glass. “Welcome back, sister.” The wine smelled div