All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

LizabellaSince I stopped taking the drugs, my headaches had worsened, like someone was hammering nails into my skull from the inside. But because of that decision, I could now remember my dreams more clearly, though the faces in them remained frustratingly blurry, like shadowy figures calling out names and warnings I couldn’t quite grasp. Because of those dreams, I realized that nothing about this place felt familiar. The grand halls, the desert-scented gardens, even the way the sunlight slanted through the high windows, all of it felt foreign, like I was walking through someone else’s life. Still, I decided to remain nonchalant and act as though I wasn’t suspicious of anything. I smiled when expected, nodded at the right moments, and kept my questions locked tightly behind my teeth. I lived my days normally with Mirabelle by my side, so nothing crazy had happened to me during those times. She was my constant shadow, never more than a few steps away, and her presence seemed to keep

Lizabella If I hadn’t pushed Kael away last night, if I hadn’t let my suspicions and the flashes of those blurry dreams spill over into anger, those children might still be alive. Their blood was on my hands as much as his, and the guilt sat heavy in my chest like a stone I couldn’t swallow because I had provoked the monster, and innocent lives had paid the price. The thought made my stomach churn with nausea that had nothing to do with the pregnancy. Worse still, a voice in the back of my mind kept whispering that this was only the beginning. Kael’s rage had always simmered beneath the surface, but last night I had struck the match. How many more would suffer because I couldn’t control my growing doubts? 

KaelFor the past few days, I had noticed Lizabella spending her entire day strolling around the entire compound, taking note of everywhere, basically mapping out the place. At first, I didn’t think much of it. She was restless, that was all, pregnant, confused, and still recovering from the blow to her head that had stolen her memories. So, I convinced myself it was harmless curiosity, a way for her to feel less like a prisoner in the only home I could offer her. I even smiled when the guards reported her daily routines, telling myself it meant she was beginning to accept this life with me but a few minutes ago, that illusion shattered.I had gone to her room in search of my reading glasses, the ones I believed I left on the sofa two nights before when I insisted on watching her sleep while I read. The room was quiet, the bed neatly made, the faint scent of her lavender bath oil still lingering in the air. I couldn’t find the glasses in the sofa area, so I decided to check her night

Lizabella “The audacity!” I muttered under my breath, shocked by Kael's audacity as his words kept echoing in my head. He had just confessed proudly, to orchestrating the explosion that killed my Pearl, to framing me, to funding Jerry’s betrayal, to slaughtering children in a fit of rage, and to planning to turn my unborn baby into some kind of perfect hybrid weapon. And then he had the nerve to offer me a crown in the new world he intended to build on the ruins of everything I loved. How pitiful he was. A man so consumed by vengeance and obsession that he had destroyed everything good in his path and still believed I would choose him. I pitied the broken boy he must have been when his pack was annihilated, but that pity didn’t

Lizabella “Arghh! I clutched my swollen belly, hitting the floor hard because a tall man from Kael's army had charged after Damon.I crawled away from the chaos to a corner, breathing heavily as another contraction tore through me, the world dissolving into flames and screams around us. The air reeked of smoke and charred flesh, the distant roar of collapsing buildings mingling with the guttural howls of Bio-Lycans still hunting through the ruins. Kael’s forces had turned the city into an inferno, and here I was, on my knees in the shattered street, my waters breaking in a hot rush that soaked my torn skirts. “Not now,” I gasped through gritted teeth, my voice raw from hours of shouting orders amid the evacuation. “Not like thi