All Chapters of A Vengeful Luna. Three Alphas : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

POV: DrakeThe first crack in my composure came the moment Elise stepped toward Derek.The reaction was small at first, just a twitch in my jaw and a tightening in my chest but it spread fast, like a fault line splitting through stone. She stood there, inches from him with her eyes wide with fear, fury and something else I can’t name. Her hand hovered near his arm and that sight crawled under my skin like acid.Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stand still, leaning against the stone pillar in the corner of the hall with my arms crossed.With my gaze still on them, I schooled my expression into something almost bored and amused at the same time.But the darkness brewing inside of me was anything but calm because Elise knows better.After everything I’ve done, everything I’ve shown her, she still chooses to stand with him. She had chosen Derek, the quiet, trembling wolf who can barely keep his emotions stitched together. Derek, whose hands shook when Father confronted him. The s

DEREK’S POVI used to think the bond between my brothers and I was unbreakable. That no matter how twisted our lives became, no matter how much power pulled at us from different directions, we would stand shoulder to shoulder. But lately, when I look at Damon and Drake, I saw something fractured and splintered in ways I don’t know how to fix.And Elise, she was the wedge not because she wanted to be, but because they made her into one.It started small; a flinch here and a tightened breath there. She reacted to them like a prey expecting teeth in her throat and my brothers, my own blood didn't even seem to notice, or worse, they noticed and enjoyed it. Damon’s cruelty has sharpened like a blade while Drake’s temper burns so hot that I’m surprised the walls don’t burn when he walks by.But Elise, she folds into herself, quiet, cautious and trying not to attract attention she can’t survive.And I saw everything.One evening, I found her in the hallway outside the storage room. She h

POV: EliseThe pack house vibrated with their chaos.I could feel it in the floorboards, in the walls, and even in the air because it was thick, electric, and dangerous. The brothers, my tormentors and my protectors, whatever they are now, were tearing at each other with claws, teeth, and words sharp enough to cut stone.At first, I thought I was the victim, the pawn in their game and the girl everyone wanted to claim or control. But as I watched them, I felt something shift inside me. The fear that once had me hiding and made me look small and trembling was now sharpened into awareness. I am no longer just Elise the girl, I am the spark and the catalyst. The one who exposes fractures and forces them to bleed.In silence, I watched as Damon stormed through the hall like a wildfire on legs. His chest was heaving with anger and his eyes were blazing at everything that moves too slowly or dares to breathe. In no time, his gaze found me, and in that gaze, I saw the jealousy in them.

POV: DamonJealousy doesn’t arrive all at once, instead, it seeps in slowly and starts eating through the bone until there’s nothing left but a raw, pulsing ache that refuses to be ignored.I felt it in my chest before I understood it in my mind. It was a burn, a pressure that makes every breath feel earned rather than given. Each time I saw them together, I felt my heart squeezing. Derek stands too close to her, his voice low and his posture angled in that quiet, infuriating way that suggests protection without permission. Elise’s shoulders soften in his presence. She leans, actually leans into him, like the world was quieter when he was near.Something inside me snaps.My wolf slammed against the walls of my skull, roaring, claws scraping and demanding blood, obedience or both. The bond between Elise and me twisted violently, like a chain being pulled in opposite directions. Pain flares behind my

POV: DrakeAnger was supposed to burn out after a while. That was what I always believed. It would come as a spark, a flare and a violent heat that consumes itself and leaves ash behind. That was how my temper used to work; fast, bright, and then it quenches but this thing growing inside me wasn't burning out.It was rooting itself.Obsession was quieter than rage, it didn't shout or explode. Instead, it watches, waits and learns. And once I realized that, once I feel the way my anger has sharpened into something patient and deliberate, I stopped pretending I wanted it gone.I wanted it fed instead. From the upper balcony, I watched Elsie as she crossed the courtyard below. She was keeping her head high now, that’s new. She doesn’t rush anymore, doesn’t shrink either. She moves like she knows exactly where she is going and exactly who is watching her.She knew I was watching her and she confirmed it when she lifted her gaze in my direction. Our eyes meet for half a second. It w