All Chapters of Drawing Her Fate: Luna's Redemption: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mirabel’s POV I was sitting again in the small local café in my studio building, waiting for my friend. And here she was, entering like a diva, with her blond hair perfectly styled and shining in the sunlight, flawless make-up, a bodycon dress clinging to her perfect body, and sky-high heels clicking loudly against the tiles. She slid into her seat in front of me with feline grace, sharp and deliberate. “Martini,” she told a waiter, her voice sweet but cold. “Red wine for me,” I placed my order. “You were so worried about Alexandra,” she spoke in a low voice. “Sleep peacefully. She is alive and well.” I replied bluntly, “So our plan worked. Her paintings are burned, and she is not harmed.” She narrowed her eyes, pulled down her eyebrows, and pursed her lips. “I would not say so. Some crazy human obsessed with her kidnapped and raped her.” I gasped, stunned, and she giggled like she was talking about a joke, not a she-wolf being brutally violated. I looked at her stern

Alexandra’s POV The presence of Sebastian, his steady support, was soothing me in a way I hadn’t expected. When he announced me as the future Luna, I knew the only way out of our ruse now would be to declare our breakup before the next full moon—less than a month away. The thought pressed heavy on my chest. Honestly, I was enjoying his company far too much. I didn’t want our ruse to end, didn’t want him to step out of my life and leave me with nothing but silence. But sooner or later, it would happen anyway. It always did. “Why are you sad?” Sebastian asked softly, worry in his voice as he sipped his coffee, studying me like he could read every line of my thoughts. I couldn’t tell him the real reason for my melancholy. My lips curved into a small, forced smile as I replied instead, “I’m upset that most of my paintings burned in the gallery. Years of my work—gone in smoke.” He set his cup down and leaned forward, his eyes serious but gentle. “Kitten, I won’t deny that it’s frustrat

Alexandra’s POV After an amazing painting class, my spirits were high. I felt ready to create and conquer the world. Vincent had already left and would be coming back for our next session tomorrow. Someone knocked softly on the door, and a young Omega girl peeked in. “Miss, there is someone waiting for you in the lounge. I will escort you there.” I beamed with joy. Surely, it was Sebastian. Could the surprises really keep coming today? I followed the Omega, but nearly huffed in disappointment when I saw that it wasn’t Sebastian waiting for me. Instead, Leo sat on the grey sofa in the lounge. “Would you like anything to drink?” the Omega asked, but I shook my head. She left silently. Leo put down his coffee cup and smiled. “How do you feel?” I sat on the sofa, keeping a respectful distance from him. “I am as good as I can be,” I replied. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.” “Don’t worry, Lexy, you are my—” He paused, his gaze shifting around like he was trying to choose the rig

Sebastian’s POV A week had slowly passed since my last visit to the palace. Alexandra was glowing, enjoying her painting classes with Vincent. The pack members were getting to know her sweet and kind nature, and they slowly warmed up to her, becoming genuinely friendly. I could feel the bond between us growing stronger too. She was getting more comfortable with me—playful, relaxed, and at ease. I was waiting for her in the lounge so we could go to the palace together. When I saw her walking down the stairs, I forgot how to breathe. She wore an olive-green turtleneck dress with long sleeves. It covered her modestly, yet hugged her petite frame perfectly, making her look both innocent and seductive at the same time. Her curls fell loose, and she wore minimal make-up. But it was her simple, elegant look—the way she walked gracefully, like she was floating rather than touching the ground, and those emerald eyes shining with life—that made my heart race and stirred my body. I couldn’t

Mirabel’s POV From a distance, I saw the familiar red-headed so-called friend’s daughter sitting at the piano, and Nick, who crushed his lips to hers. It stung, because he had never kissed me. We had sex countless times, rough and passionate, and he kissed every inch of my body, but he never even pecked my lips. Here he was kissing her gently, and once they broke the kiss, he stroked her hair, saying softly, “I will be back soon, and we will have lunch together.” She nodded, smiling faintly, but her large brown eyes held nothing but sadness. Nick left, and her fingers hit the keys, and a sad, sweet melody played, echoing in the hallways. A melody beautiful but filled with sorrow and regret, twisting the heart, moving me to tears. I hated that it moved me too, hated that the sound of her pain felt so close to my own. I could not help myself; I stayed and listened, and once the melody stopped, I could not help but enter the room. I clapped loudly and said coolly, “You have talent.” S