All Chapters of Cursed Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rebecca John motioned to the healers, who hurried to my side as the audience gradually left the room. He appeared to have something to say, but he left as the elders beckoned him over.The healer's hands were busy but compassionate as they swiftly swept around me."It's just a shallow incision," she calmly and comfortingly remarked. "You'll heal without any scars, although it will hurt a little for the next few days."She pressed on the scrape, and it burned, reminding me of how close Kieran's dagger had come to killing me. As she cleaned the wound, I tightened my teeth in an attempt to remain motionless.She carefully applied a band-aid once it had dried."All done," she declared as she leaned back to examine it. "Luna, try not to talk so much."I took a long, deep breath.I said, "Noted," fully aware that I would not remain silent.After the discussion with the elders, John approached me."You showed courage tonight," he muttered. "I must be. If I allowed him to believe he had contro

RebeccaA harsh voice cut through the chilly air behind us as I continued to relive the scene with John in my mind."John!" I instantly stopped at the sound. It was recognizable. You're not welcome.Together, John and I turned to see Ariel.Her auburn hair was shiny and flowing, and her eyes gleamed with the assurance of someone who had never seen defeat. She marched over the ground as if she owned every square inch between us.Her short dress flowed down her body, ending just above her knee, while a short leather jacket caressed her figure.My jaw clenched. Why had she come here?"Ariel." In the same way that a sword is polished before it cuts, John's tone was courteous."Is your brother aware that you have left his domain?"She grinned more broadly. "Kael worries excessively.I may see an old buddy without his consent. I felt uneasy when she used the term "friend," which had a purposeful weight to it.John's hard, undeniable hand moved from my back to my waist. "You weren't invited, and

JohnEven after the conflict ended, peace remained brittle. If we weren't cautious, everything would eventually pour out from beneath our feet. As we completed preparations for the impending summit, elders and captains gathered around the great oak table in the council room, which was alive with voices.In order to preserve peace across the regions, strong packs sent their leaders and a number of delegates to the official regional alliance conference to negotiate and renew treaties, resolve conflicts, and forge alliances.After months of violence, the area beyond our gates was both changing and recovering. Those who had lost a loved one in the conflict were attempting to find a way to go on. Others were attempting to go back to their own version of normal, reconciling old grudges, and reconstructing houses.But for me, normal didn't exist. At least not right now; the last two days I spent with Rebecca were the closest I ever got. It feels like a breath of fresh air to be with her or

RebeccaMy heart skipped a beat as soon as Amanda exited the hall. It was the glitter on her neck, not what she had said or her haughty demeanor."That's strange." I muttered to myself."What is it?" John questioned in a worried tone."It's most likely nothing." I responded, trying to hide my immediate disbelief. Perhaps it was the wind or something, but the picture stuck in my head and wouldn't go away. It was the family heirloom. The family heirloom. When she passed away, she left it and the magical bracelet for me. My father was in charge of the necklace, which was meant to accompany the business, and I had the bracelet to control my aura. The companionship of my mother.As a reminder of the inheritance my father had promised me, it was one of the few material ties that bound me to my mother. Now it was on Amanda, worn carelessly, even mockingly, as if to imply that she could show off what was mine. It seemed like a subliminal warning that she could remove something I treasured an

RebeccaVega's comments were like a dagger cutting through the room."I have evidence.Rebecca is not guilty.She stepped forward, her boots resounding across the wooden floor, and every Alpha in the hall turned to face her.Her knuckles were white from gripping the leather case so tightly that it appeared heavy and significant.Even though my heart was racing, I made an effort to keep my expression composed. I had been waiting for this lifeline.Ariel's eyes instantly contracted, sparkling and sharp like shattered glass. "Proof?" she scoffed again."You dare use ambiguous language to disrupt this summit? Do you think we're all idiots?Vega stopped in the middle of the hall, ignoring her. With a loud thud that reverberated throughout the room, she dumped the case upon the table.For a heartbeat, she fixed her focus on me and gave me a faint, comforting smile before turning to look at the assembled Alphas."This was recovered directly from the Stonefang archives," she stated as she opene