All Chapters of Alpha Damien's Contracted Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

 •• Evelyn’s POV ••• I wasn’t supposed to lose.I had played the game perfectly. Seduced him. Gave him an heir. Wore the Luna crown like it was made for me.But now, all anyone whispered about was her.Victoria.The ghost who wouldn’t stay buried. I saw it in the way Elijah paced at night, in how he barked orders and snapped at the staff, in how he stared out the windows like she might appear in the fog. I heard him muttering her name in his sleep.He still wanted her.And I hated her for it.I had ripped her out of his life once. She was weak then. Drowning in guilt and shame, barely standing after we tore her down.But now she was back.Stronger. Revered. Alpha of her reborn pack. Her name danced on the tongues of every council member, every reporter, every warrior whispering about her perfume empire and the comeback no one could’ve pred

 •• Victoria’s POV ••• Her presence filled the room like poison.I didn’t need to lift my head to know it was her. The heavy perfume clinging to her like rot in a silk bottle, the smug rhythm of her breath.“Look at you,” Evelyn sneered. “Still pretending to be strong.”I didn’t flinch.Not when her heels clicked across the floor. Not when her shadow danced across the wall like a demon’s silhouette. Not when she crouched just a few feet away from me, dagger flashing at her side.“I thought you’d scream when I came in,” she mused, her voice syrupy sweet with madness. “Beg, maybe. Plead for your pathetic life.”I slowly lifted my eyes, meeting hers. Blood-red lips. Hair curled to perfection. No bump. Not yet. But she pressed one palm to her stomach like it was a crown.“You’ll be forgotten,

 •• Damien’s POV ••• Dust clung to my boots as I stalked across the makeshift war camp. The warriors parted in silence, their gazes cast low. No one dared stop me. Not when my aura was this unstable. Not when Eros was pacing just beneath my skin, his growls vibrating through every muscle in my body.I didn’t pause. Didn’t greet anyone.I had one target.Martin.The Blood Moon Pack’s section of the war camp was still intact—barely. Half-collapsed tents, bloodstains from earlier skirmishes, broken weapon crates from my unleashing my aura earlier, and from our fight. But I could still scent him. Smug. Smoldering with arrogance.Elijah’s body was thrown aside like a piece of trash.Fuck!I didn’t care if he crawled or bled or died in the dirt like the traitor he was, but I needed the most important answer right now.Since Elijah was

•• Victoria’s POV •••The room was too quiet for a place that had just witnessed a birth—and a death. I stood at the edge of the nursery, my arms crossed over my chest, but not out of defense. I was holding myself together. Barely.“She didn’t even get to hold her,” I whispered.Damien said nothing. His hand hovered behind me, unsure whether to touch or pull away.“She gave birth, then died on the table,” he finally said. “Evelyn’s body will be taken care of. There’s nothing else anyone can do.”“Nothing else anyone can do?” I turned to face him slowly. “There’s a baby, Damien.”His jaw tensed. “I know.”I stared at the crib through the glass—so small, so pink, with that tuft of black hair and tiny fists clenched as if she already knew the world could be cruel. A nurse reached in to adjust her blanket. She made a sound, a little hiccup-like cry that went straight through my ribcage.“She’s innocent.”“She’s Elijah and Evelyn’s child.”“She’s still innocent," I insisted.Damien exhaled

 •• Victoria’s POV ••• Silence greeted us in the pack house. Not the kind that haunted, but the kind that wrapped around me like a warm cloak after a long storm. I didn’t realize how much tension I had carried until now—until I felt the air shift the moment Damien locked the door behind us and turned to face me.His eyes, dark with restraint and longing, didn’t leave mine. Not even for a second.“Elijah’s mark is gone,” he said, voice low, possessive. “There’s nothing left of him on you now. It'll be my mark from now on. No one else’s.”I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. “Then mark me.”A snarl of hunger slipped past his lips. In the next heartbeat, he was in front of me—pulling me into his arms, kissing me like he needed it to breathe. His mouth crashed into mine, and I melted into him, arching into his touch.