All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lizabella“Pearl!” I chased the little girl around the living room, my laughter mixing with hers in bright, breathless bursts. “Come here, you little rascal!” I called, stretching my arms toward her as she ducked beneath the low glass coffee table, her small feet pattering like raindrops on the marble floor. Her dark curls bounced wildly, and her giggles echoed off the high ceilings.She popped up on the other side, eyes sparkling with mischief, then darted behind one of the wide velvet armchairs. I lunged, fingers brushing the hem of her pink nightdress, but she was too quick. “Pearl, sweetheart, it’s time for your bath! The water’s getting cold!”“Nooo!” She squealed, spinning away and racing toward the grand staircase. Her bare feet slapped against the steps as she bolted upward, tiny hands gripping the banister for balance.I followed without hesitation, my own footsteps pounding in pursuit. “Pearl, slow down before you trip!” T

Lizabella Honestly, I could see the sincerity and love in Kael’s eyes every time he looked at me, the way his gaze softened when he helped me sit up or brushed stray hair from my face. It was there in the gentle tone of his voice, in the way he lingered in my room long after the maid had left, and in the stories he told me about our supposed life together. Yet I had no idea why I was finding it hard to trust him completely. I had no idea if it was because the memories I had lost had left a gaping void in my heart, or maybe a deeper part of me kept insisting there was more to what I was being told, layers hidden beneath the surface of his explanations, and secrets I couldn’t quite reach.Still, I decided to stop being so cautious around him. I ne

Lizabella “My lady… My lady!” The urgent voice yanked me awake with a violent gasp and my lungs seized as though I had been drowning as I bolted upright, chest heaving, sweat already cooling on my skin. For a terrifying second the room refused to come into focus, everything blurred at the edges, from the heavy burgundy curtains, to the carved bedposts, and the faint scent of sandalwood and dying embers. Then I turned my head sharply to the right to see Mirabelle standing beside the bed, hands clasped tightly at her waist, brown eyes wide with worry.“What… What’s the problem?” I managed to ask, voice hoarse and thin.She took a small step closer, voice soft but trembli

Lizabella Ever since I read that card over three days ago, I had been frantic and paranoid. The simple cream-colored rectangle with its two mocking black words, ‘Game on’, had lodged itself in my mind like a splinter I couldn’t pull out. I spent my mornings convinced someone was watching me from the shadows of the corridor, or that every creak in the floorboards was the sound of footsteps creeping closer, ready to attack. At night, sleep became an enemy as I twisted and turned beneath the silk sheets, my heart racing at every rustle of the curtains, every distant howl of the desert wind against the windows. Dark circles had formed under my eyes, deep and bruised-looking, and my hair was always disheveled no matter how many times Mirabelle brushed it. 

Lizabella Since the previous incident in the bathtub, Mirabelle had never left my side, not once. She slept on a cot in the corner of my room, ate every meal with me, and followed me like a shadow through every corridor and garden path. Surprisingly, nothing crazy had happened since then, which left me thinking two very different things. One, that the person who had been trying to hurt me had been scared off by Mirabelle’s constant presence. Or two, my own mind, knowing that somebody was watching over me, had decided to stop tormenting me with visions that felt too real. The problem was, I didn’t know which of these two things was the actual truth. I didn’t know if I was hallucinating or if it had been real, because with Mirabelle here, nothing had happened y