บททั้งหมดของ My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

Chapter 130 Flora POV Few days Later I sat in Nicolas's study, the quiet almost suffocating. The fire snapped and crackled in the hearth, but its warmth did nothing to soothe the icy weight pressing against my chest. My hands rested over my stomach, protective and instinctive, as though I could shield the small, fragile life that had only just begun inside me. When the door opened, Nicolas stepped in, tall and commanding, the kind of presence that always seemed to swallow a room whole. My pulse quickened. He had no idea what I was about to say, and yet my body trembled like prey before a predator. "Nicolas," I began, rising to my feet, my voice unsteady. "I need to tell you something important." He glanced at me, distracted, his mind clearly elsewhere. "What is it?" I had rehearsed this moment over and over, whispering into my pillow at night, imagining him smiling, proud, even

Chapter 132 Nicolas POV The morning sun slanted through the tall windows of the Royal Pack's council chamber, catching on polished wood and the gleam of armor worn by the warriors assembled there. I sat at the long table, my shoulders squared, though exhaustion tugged at the corners of my eyes. The night had been restless, haunted by the memory of Flora's pale face in the healer's bed, the silence that followed her sobs after the miscarriage. The doors burst open. A messenger stumbled inside, breathless, his cloak damp with dew from the long ride. His knees nearly buckled as he bowed. "My lord," he gasped, "Lady Flora-she is gone." I rose halfway from my chair, my heartbeat stuttering. "Gone? Speak plainly." "She vanished from the healer's chambers before dawn. The guards found her bed empty, the window open. We searched the grounds, but there was no trace of her. She left nothing behind." A m

Chapter 134 Nicolas POV Two months later The rain came down in relentless sheets, blurring the headlights that carved a thin path through the mountain road. I sat in the back of the sleek black car, my gaze fixed on the glowing screen of my phone, half-listening to my assistant drone on about quarterly projections. It was supposed to be a simple business trip into human territory, a routine merger meeting with one of the largest corporations on the continent. Yet beneath the polished surface of the agenda, I had felt the simmering unease that had clung to me for weeks. Letters, massacres, whispers of alphas being targeted. Every step outside pack lands now carried the risk of ambush. I should have been more careful. The screech of tires shattered the night. The driver swore, twisting the wheel, but the world spun too fast. Headlights flared from the opposite lane, blinding, merciless. I had onl

Chapter 136 Nicolas POV The steady beeping of the monitor was a cruel reminder that I was alive when so much of my soul was burning with ghosts. I lay half-upright in the hospital bed, my breathing uneven, the IV tugging at my arm whenever I shifted. The accident had rattled me, but it was nothing compared to the storm of memories battering my mind. I closed my eyes, and there she was-Viona. Her cries, her blood, the night I had stood outside the healer's quarters as if distance could shield me from what was happening. The metallic scent of loss had clung to the air, thick and suffocating. I had refused to go inside. Too cowardly. Too afraid of facing her pain head-on. And when the midwife finally emerged, her expression had been grave. The child. Our child. Gone. I dug my fingers into the blanket. It had been so much like Flora's miscarriage, so eerily familiar that the memories twisted togeth

Chapter 138 Nicolas POV The moon was high over the Light Pack's citadel, a silver crown gleaming above the watchtowers. Wolves moved along the borders, their howls carrying through the night, a sign of vigilance in dangerous times. Inside, torches lit the long stone corridors, shadows stretching like phantoms across the walls. I walked those halls with steady steps, but my chest was a battlefield of contradictions. I had seen it again that evening-proof of what my heart already knew. When Mirage's name slipped into conversation, however briefly, something shifted in Viona's eyes. It was small, so small most would never notice it: the pause in her breath, the way her lips pressed together, the flicker of sorrow laced with longing. It wasn't only grief. It was love, buried but unextinguished, love that remained her tether even when Mirage had abandoned her. And I... I was not Mirage. I never woul