Lahat ng Kabanata ng The False Luna: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

POV. BernadoI woke up with the smell of old leather from the sofa permeating my nostrils and an uncomfortable pain in my lower back. I moved slowly, feeling my back crack, as if each vertebra were a reminder that I wasn't where I should be. And maybe that was true. Maybe I never had been.The blanket slipped down my legs, falling to the wooden floor. It didn't take me long to figure out who had put it there. Anya. Always her. Always silent. Always trying.I closed my eyes again and wished the dream hadn't ended. In the dream, Aldora was still alive. She laughed at my jealousy as she ran through the woods, her hair flying in the wind, her white dress clinging to her thighs. She called my name in that sweet voice that only she had. “Come and get me, lazy wolf.”For a second, my heart believed it. And then I woke up.The metallic taste of longing was still in my mouth. My chest hurt. The air seemed heavier, as if I had woken up underwater. I brought my hand to my face and pressed my eye

POV. CamilaI was already late when I passed the hospital reception and heard a child's laughter echoing through the pediatric ward. It wasn't just any laughter—it was light, musical, the kind of sound that creeps inside you and tugs at some forgotten place. I turned my face, without really knowing why, and what I saw made me stop in the middle of the corridor.Rodrigo was kneeling on the floor, his hands cupped around his ears, his body bent in an exaggerated gesture. He growled softly, playfully, and the little girl in front of him laughed, covering her mouth with her little hands. She had big, bright eyes, as if the world had not yet hurt her.For a moment, I forgot that I was there for myself.He reached out to the girl, as if he wanted to hold a secret between them. His hair was slightly disheveled, and the girl's cheeks were flushed from laughing so much. It was almost difficult to recognize that this was the same man who always treated me so coldly.But then he saw me.The smil

POV. CarlosThe morning went exactly as I wanted it to.Maura woke up before me, as usual, already in command mode. She gave instructions to the omegas in the kitchen, took notes on Valentina's reception schedule, talked to two board members via video call, all without losing her composure. She was efficient, engaging, beautiful to look at. And most importantly, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing—or she pretended so convincingly that it amounted to the same thing.I watched everything from afar, coffee cup in hand, feeling the kind of satisfaction that only comes when the pieces on the board finally start to fall into place.Having Maura by my side during the reception of the Supreme Alpha's sister wasn't just convenient—it was strategic. She projected exactly the image I needed: strength, elegance, ambition. While she talked to the security people, going over the schedules and orders, I just listened. I nodded in agreement, pretending it was my decision. And I let her shin

POV. CarlosI paced back and forth in my office like a caged animal. Camila's scent had disappeared from the house, which was annoying enough, but what really drove me crazy was that no one knew where she was. Not a single phone call. Not a single message. Not a single trace.As much as I told myself it was just a passing tantrum, that she was trying to get attention after the ridiculous scene she made with Isa, there was something about her silence that bothered me more than I wanted to admit. Camila always came back with teary eyes and her tail between her legs. Always. But now... it was as if the tables had silently turned.I turned abruptly when the door opened and Tiago came in, crying, his shirt all sweaty and his hands dirty with dirt. Maura was saying something about a crisis, about him throwing himself on the floor because “only his mother knew how to make milk the way he liked it.” I rolled my eyes and told the omegas to take care of the child. He needed to learn early on th

POV: ValentinaThe plane began to lose altitude, and the slight hum of the turbines seemed to turn into an uncomfortable warning that there was no turning back. I crossed my legs, looked out the window, and sighed, trying to ignore the pressure building in my chest. It had been years since I last set foot in that city, and yet every passing cloud seemed to whisper her name — Camila.The memory came like a snap, sweet and bitter at the same time. Camila, my best friend, my accomplice in all my crazy adventures, the woman who knew even the sound of my angry breaths. And yet, the same one who simply disappeared. No answered calls. No replied messages. A disappearance without explanation, without goodbye, without even an “I'm fine.”I spent years trying to understand. Sometimes I thought she just wanted peace, other times that she was trying to protect me from something. But now, sitting in that cramped first-class seat, surrounded by the smell of leather and burnt coffee, all I felt was