All Chapters of My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 101Mirage POVI avoided my father for days after he confronted me on my feelings, a few days later, luckily for me, duty calls, as the CEO of the company, I had to return.The sleek black car rolled down the long dirt road, leaving the pack's sprawling territory behind. I sat in the back, my posture rigid, my gaze fixed on the forests blurring past the window. I had agreed to this trip-an inter-pack business negotiation, a chance to strengthen our alliances and demonstrate my readiness to lead one day. My father had insisted it was necessary. I had agreed without protest.But the further I got from home, the worse it became.The craving.It had started as a whisper beneath my skin, a faint pull in my veins that I tried to ignore. But by the second day, it had grown louder, heavier, coiling around my senses like smoke. My blood hummed with restless fire. My head pounded.My memories drifted to Lilah, the rich taste of her warm blood.Her scent lingered in my memory-warm, delic

Chapter 103"I can't stop." My fingers slid higher, brushing the hollow of his throat. "You think I don't know why you avoid me after you drink? You think I don't see the way you look at me like you want more than blood?"His silence was answer enough.I rose onto my toes and kissed him. For a moment, he was stone. Then, like something breaking open, his hands gripped my waist and he pulled me flush against him. His mouth claimed mine with a hunger that was darker than any thirst for blood.The kiss was violent, desperate. His tongue slid against mine, teeth grazing, breath harsh. He pushed me against the wall, and my gasp turned into a moan. My body arched, begging for more even as my mind screamed that he'd leave me hollow again.He broke away, lips swollen, eyes burning red with the hunger he always fought. "You don't understand what you're doing.""I do," I whispered. "I want you.""You want death.""I want you," I said louder, fiercer. "Not just the bite. Not just the bond. You d

Chapter 105Viona's POVThe corridor leading to the founder's office felt colder than the rest of the agency. I hugged my arms across my chest, not from the chill of the air-conditioning but from the dread that had been building inside me for a long while now.The guards who escorted us walked in rigid silence, boots clicking sharply against polished marble. The walls were lined with framed photographs-some in color, some black-and-white-of men and women whose faces carried the weight of dangerous knowledge. Each portrait was marked only with initials, no names, a reminder of the agency's obsession with secrecy.Nicolas walked ahead of us, his tall frame cutting a clean silhouette under the low lights. He moved normally, as if this place didn't bother him any more. After a few days in a dungeon prison, I guess he's simply no longer bothered with the man we were about to face. I walked closely.At the end of the hallway stood a heavy oak door, reinforced with steel edges. One of the es

Chapter 107Nicolas POVThe city lights glimmered faintly outside the window of the two-star hotel. It wasn't much-faded curtains, walls that carried the faint scent of dust and lemon cleanser-but it was safe. After everything that had unfolded, safety was all we needed.I dropped onto the lone chair in the corner and exhaled, stretching my stiff shoulders. "At least we didn't have to cut through the forest this time," I muttered, half to myself. "The gate made everything easier."Viona only gave a faint nod. Unlike Flora, who would have filled the silence with observations and complaints in equal measure, Viona said little. She looked tired, her face pale under the yellow glow of the lamp. Without a word, she placed an order for food with the front desk before slipping into the bathroom.The sound of running water filled the small room. I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing at my temple. My mind wouldn't stop circling the day's events, wouldn't stop replaying conversations I can't be

Chapter 109Flora's POVThe next dayThe late afternoon sun slanted across the estate gardens, tinting the air with gold. The roses had begun to bloom in earnest, their petals flushed and heavy with dew, but Flora barely noticed them. My line of sight was completely occupied.He was sitting on the low stone wall by the fountain, leaning slightly forward, elbows resting on his knees. His hair caught the light, and for a fleeting moment he looked almost at ease, though his eyes betrayed a storm brewing beneath the calm.I forced myself to breathe deeply, smoothing my skirt as I approached. Unlike yesterday, today she would not panic. Today she would not cry. Today she would remind him of what he stood to lose, I wouldn't accuse him of anything."Nic," I said softly, using the name I reserved only for private moments.His head lifted at once. Surprise flickered in his gaze, quickly masked by a weary half-smile. "Flora. I didn't hear you coming."I tilted my head, pretending not to notice