Lahat ng Kabanata ng The False Luna: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

POV: CarlosI poured some more whiskey into my glass and drank it without thinking. I wanted it to burn, to take away my urge to break everything. The office was a mess, papers scattered everywhere, the smell of alcohol and anger.That woman still hadn't shown up. No news from Maura. Just excuses, rumors, and a silence that irritated me more than any words.The communicator vibrated on the table. It was Bernardo.“Go ahead.”“The omega has been found, Alpha. Trying to cross the northern border.”“Anya?”“Yes. She's fine. She was detained by the guards.”I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. As if I needed another headache.“And Maura?”“Nothing yet, sir.”“And what did Anya say?”“That she doesn't know anything. She ran away after an argument.”I slammed my glass down on the table.“Argument? In the middle of the Moon Festival week?”Bernardo hesitated.“It was a personal problem.”I rolled my eyes.“Personal problem. I should have chosen a Beta with more control. Keep your wife un

POV: CarlosI always believed that no one could hide their feelings better than me. An Alpha must control even their own expressions. No mistakes, no hesitation, no sign of weakness. But that morning, I realized that Valentina could irritate me like no one else. The way she looked at me—cold, calculated, with that touch of sarcasm hidden between her words—was a silent provocation. She didn't believe anything I said. And worse, she made a point of making that clear.I spent the previous night planning the charade. Breakfast, flowers, the presence of the omegas, everything meticulously organized to reconstruct the perfect image of a stable family. The idea was simple: show care, reinforce the role of companion and exemplary father. An Alpha who loves, protects, and commands. The kind of image that deceives even the most attentive.I woke up before sunrise and went down to the kitchen. The omegas were already at their posts, waiting for orders. I asked them to prepare a hearty breakfast—

Point of view: AnyaThe cold in the cell seemed to come from the floor. I curled up in the corner, my knees against my chest, my arms wrapped tightly around my legs as if that would be enough to protect me. The stone wall exuded dampness, and the air had the metallic taste of fear. I couldn't sleep. With every noise in the hallway, I held my breath. With every step echoing on the floor, I thought it would be him—Bernardo—coming with Alpha Carlos to drag me out of there and brand me as dishonest.Being a wolf without a pack was a death sentence. I knew it. Away from the protection of the territory, the body weakens, the mind gives way, and instincts turn against you. I would survive days, maybe less. My wolf, then, wouldn't even last that long. She was small, sweet, nothing compared to the dominant beasts of pure bloodlines.“I should have made you wait,” she whispered inside my mind, her voice hoarse with guilt.“No, it's my fault. I knew running away was crazy, but I did it anyway.”

Point of view: CamilaCarlos held my arm with a rehearsed delicacy, the kind of touch that wasn't his. A calculated touch, designed for the audience. The audience, in this case, was Valentina.I felt the weight of the gesture as if he had put silk handcuffs on me. Pretending we were a normal couple was part of his game, and I learned to recognize games too early.The automatic doors of the hospital opened, and the fresh air hit my face. For a moment, the wind was liberating, until Carlos squeezed my waist, guiding each step as if I were fragile.“Careful, love, the floor is slippery.”The sound of the word love came out beautiful, false, and cold.Inside, I laughed. Not at the joke, but at the effort. It was almost funny to see an Alpha so used to giving orders try to play the role of a devoted husband. I knew why he was doing it. Valentina was walking right behind us, her eyes attentive to every movement, and he needed to appear flawless.The car door opened with an elegant click. Ca

POV: MauraI knew Tiago couldn't eat ice cream. He had been allergic to lactose since he was a baby, and Camila made a point of repeating this to everyone—as if her care was a virtue. But that was the difference between us. I didn't want him to live in fear. I wanted him to learn to trust me. And nothing teaches trust like breaking a rule and getting away with it.The afternoon sun was beating down when I parked the car in front of the ice cream shop. Tiago looked out the window, curious, his face pressed against the glass.“Aunt Maura, my mom doesn't like me coming here.”“Oh, dear, your mom worries too much. But I brought a little medicine that will make you feel better. I promise.”I opened my purse and took out the small white pill. He looked suspicious, but my smile was enough.“It's just to protect your stomach, okay?”He nodded and swallowed without question.His eyes lit up when the waiter placed the colorful cup on the table—three huge chocolate balls, covered in syrup and wh