บททั้งหมดของ My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Chapter 111 Nicolas POV The pack house was full tonight, the hall alive with murmurs as wolves gathered for the monthly meeting. I moved through the sea of familiar faces, my jaw tight, my steps steady Every nod of acknowledgment I returned was hollow. The air pressed down on me like a weight, heavy with expectation. Mirage sat toward the front, his posture graceful as always, and this time, that smirk he always wore was nowhere to be found. I could not bring myself to look directly at anyone. Guilt burned behind my ribs, steady and relentless. I remembered her lips trembling the night she had given herself to me with trust and innocence-and the way I had accepted it, knowing the bond between them had already been fractured. I had told myself it was comfort, that it was what she wanted, that maybe it could fix what had already been broken. But standing here now, facing the pack elders, the truth gnawed at me. It had been selfish

Chapter 113 Viona's POV It has been over two years since I last saw Mirage. Two years, and yet the air in my chambers still remembers him. Or maybe it is only me who remembers-me who refuses to let go. The tapestries have been changed, the curtains replaced, the candles renewed a hundred times, and still, whenever I sit by the window, I swear I feel the faint echo of his presence like a whisper pressed against my skin. I close my eyes and the room folds back into the night we parted, who knew it would be our last?. His shadow on the wall, tall and unwavering. His voice, low and certain, carrying words I no longer allow myself to repeat because they cut sharper than the chains that once bound us both. His hand on mine-warm, unyielding, trembling beneath its strength though he never admitted fear, the kisses we shared, his disappearing trick. Mirage never admitte

Chapter 115 Viona's POV Human world It had been more than two years since I last saw Mirage. Two years since I'd heard his voice or caught the sharp silhouette of his presence in a crowd. It wasn't that I hadn't tried-I had, at first. But after a while, trying became pointless. Any attempt to follow him through the city's rumor mills ended the same way Not ordinary silence either. His name wasn't forgotten so much as erased. Someone-or even himself-made sure of it. News anchors would stumble on their lines, stammering into an awkward pause before a feed conveniently "lost connection." Print columns that once speculated on his whereabouts or influence suddenly carried nothing but white spaces, as though the ink had refused to stain the page. Even street chatter died mid-breath if his name so much as flickered past someone's lips. So I stopped asking. That morning, I sat outside the café wi

Chapter 117 Viona's POV 3 weeks later The meeting room had been prepared with the usual precision-papers aligned, glasses filled, chairs polished until they gleamed beneath the pale light. It was a sterile setting, really, all cold surfaces and neutral tones meant to convey seriousness. I'd walked into enough of these spaces by now to know how the air always felt: heavy with expectation, yet thin enough to suffocate. Still, I carried myself as I always did-measured steps, back straight, chin lifted just enough to remind anyone watching that I belonged here, perhaps even more than they did. Taking over the company from my uncle had taught me that posture was half the battle. The other half was silence. People always revealed themselves in their need to fill it. I was ready for the meeting. When the doors opened, Mirage stepped in, and for a brief second-just a fraction of a heartbeat-my carefull

Chapter 119 Nicolas POV The Moon Goddess never gave me peace. She had denied our annulment-her divine judgment cold, absolute, and merciless. It should have been over between Viona and me, at least by law on paper. Flora believed it, wanted it, even relied on it. But the Goddess had spoken otherwise, and My pack was on my back pressuring me to get closer to her their voices lingered like chains on my shoulders. So here I was, playing with fire. Sneaking behind Flora's back to ask Viona for time, a moment, a chance to get to know each other not in a dangerous moment but willingly. It was reckless, dangerous, and dishonorable. Yet I couldn't stop. The idea of preparing for a wedding without her, of handing her over to another fate, was unbearable. My wolf has been uncontrollably lately, especially when it caught her scent, it almost went berserk, almost trying to pull away from me and claim her