All Chapters of Drawing Her Fate: Luna's Redemption: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Alexandra’s POV After the funeral, I went to my study to sublimate my energy into painting. Again, my heart poured onto the canvas in the shape of a white wolf. This time, the wolf raced through a beautiful meadow, careless and free. I focused, adding stroke after stroke, when I suddenly smelled him. I turned and saw Sebastian leaning in the door frame. “You look so cute — sticking the end of your tongue out. So concentrated,” he teased. I huffed, annoyed. “Stop sneaking up on me. I have a bad history with stalkers.” He came closer to check my painting. “Well, get used to it. I’m with you for a lifetime. And great work, by the way.” He added, “I always wanted to try painting.” I smiled. “Never thought you wanted to be an artist.” He playfully smacked my shoulder. “I don’t want to be an artist. I just want to try painting once.”

Alexandra’s POV Sebastian was still asleep, cute and innocent with his lips slightly parted, making light snoring sounds. “Goodie goodie good morning,” I sang softly, setting the breakfast tray on the side table. He stirred and stretched, opening his eyes. “Good morning,” he replied, pulling me closer and pecking my lips. “What is this delicious smell?” “I made pancakes, bacon, and eggs for breakfast,” I said. “I’d rather have you for my breakfast,” he joked, nibbling my earlobe, but then he let me go and sat up. I passed the tray onto the bed, and we both grabbed forks. “Mmm,” Sebastian moaned as he bit into a pancake. I smiled. “Glad you like it. I fell asleep early last night waiting for you, so I woke up energized and made breakfast.” He chewed and said, “No,

Alexandra’s POV Even warm water with bubbles and essential oils didn’t help me shake off the tiredness of the day. The whole thing—preparing with Samantha, Joe’s confession, checking new showrooms, running around the city trying to chase down the right supplies—left me drained, both in my body and in my head. I glanced at the clock. Still only 9 pm. Sebastian wasn’t supposed to be back for another hour. I dropped onto the bed, too tired to even read or draw. My body felt heavy, every muscle aching for rest, but my mind wouldn’t settle. There was this strange ache in my chest, half longing, half nerves. I missed him—missed how he could easily soothe with just one look, one touch. Then, out of nowhere, the image of the Sebastian’s face during our morning shower came to me, his eyes dark with lust, his fingers driving deep inside me. Heat shot through my belly, and my cheeks flared. I could almost feel again how hot his lips had been ag

Alexandra's POV The fortune teller's words were echoing in my mind when I woke at 4 am. I tried to sleep more but felt restless and unsettled, so I couldn’t fall back asleep. Kissing Sebastian’s cheek while he still slept, I stood up, dressed in leggings and a loose shirt, put my hair in a high ponytail, and headed to my study. As a paintbrush sketched a beautiful lake with a woman seated on a riverbank enjoying the sunset, my mind became clearer. I could not let some subjective prediction spoil our beautiful bond. I had to trust him; otherwise, our relationship would be poisoned and eventually ruined. Sebastian was supposed to be awake soon and go to his study. As always, if I didn’t pull him to have breakfast with me, he would skip it. I went to the kitchen, quickly frying the bacon, sausages, and hash browns, cutting fruit and preparing poached eggs with spinach on the side. I added orang

Alexandra’s POV "So lovely to be here all together again," Christine said, smiling widely. "This was the place of our first date with Sebastian — and so many others after that." She giggled softly, almost innocent, but the sound sliced through me like a knife. My hands clenched under the table. I wanted to slap that smug, beautiful face of hers to wipe away the memory she was parading like a trophy. Instead, I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing myself to keep calm. Sebastian gave a tight smile, clearly uncomfortable, and sipped his wine. Jealousy burned hot in my veins. My mind betrayed me with images I didn’t want to see — Sebastian tangled with her once, whispering her name, worshipping her body the way he worshipped mine now. The thought was poison. I told myself to stop, that she belonged to his brother now, but the bitterness spread like fire through my chest. "Christine, Xavier — so when is your wed