All Chapters of My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter 140 Viona's POV The council chamber was still thick with the scent of smoke from the braziers when the messenger stumbled in. His clothes were torn, his pale face streaked with soot and blood. He collapsed to his knees in the center of the chamber, gasping for breath, his voice trembling with the weight of what he carried. "Half of them..." His words faltered, broken by ragged coughs. "Half of the vampires... gone. Wiped out in an instant." The chamber erupted. Wolves leapt from their seats, voices rising in shock and disbelief. "Half?" one elder barked. "That's impossible. Vampires are resilient, unyielding-" The messenger shook his head violently, eyes wide, haunted. "I saw it. Spells like storms, fire raining from the sky. The ground split, swallowing entire battalions. The witches unleashed something none of us have ever seen before. Ancient magic-darker than anything our history re

Chapter 142 Viona's POV The smell of burning metal still clung to me as I drove away from the flaming wreck that had once been the assassins' truck. My hands gripped the wheel tightly, my knuckles pale in the faint light of the dashboard. My blouse was sticky with drying blood, my ribs ached from the slash, but my wolf's healing had begun its slow work. I told myself it was over-for tonight at least. Apart from the damaged hood, my car still looked alright. The road stretched ahead, an endless ribbon of dark asphalt winding through the forested edges of the human city. The night was silent again, but it wasn't the same silence I'd felt before the ambush. This silence was heavier, almost mocking, as though the world itself knew I was still in for something more. My eyelids grew heavily. I blinked hard, willing myself to awake. Too much blood lost, too much adrenaline spent. Still, I pressed my foot to the accelerator, desper

Chapter 144 Viona's POV Two weeks later, the hospital room had begun to feel like a cage. Though the doctors insisted on quiet and recovery, though my parents hovered with relentless vigilance, my mind refused to be stilled. Every hour I lay there, the Light Pack carried its burdens without me. Every hour, wolves waited for decisions only I could make. I had not fought my way through blood and betrayal to be rendered powerless by a bed. On the fourth morning, I summoned my secretary and my Beta into the room. My voice was still weak, my body still pale from blood loss, but my eyes carried the unbending authority of an Alpha. "Bring me the company reports," I ordered, my tone leaving no room for hesitation. "And the pack's patrol schedules. I want every case file, every letter of alliance, every unresolved trade dispute on my desk by tomorrow morning." "Alpha," my Beta protested, "you're still-"

Chapter 146 Viona's POV The morning haze still clung to me like cobwebs when I stirred. My body was heavy, my head still aching with the lingering effects of the hangover. For a moment I tried to force my eyes shut again, to pretend sleep would shield me from the shame and confusion pressing on my chest. But then the ache in my body shifted-sharp, raw-and my eyes flew open. It wasn't just the throbbing in my head. My lower body ached with a soreness I hadn't felt in a long time, like it has been well taken care of. My wolf stirred uneasily, not from wounds, but from memory. I sat up too quickly, wincing at the pull in my muscles. I pulled the hospital blanket aside, glaring down at myself. Bandages were still wrapped around my torso. My legs were bare beneath the flimsy gown, and nothing outward seemed amiss. But I knew my body. I knew what it felt like after being touched. My pulse was hammered. My mind reel

Chapter 148 Viona's POV The moment the discharge papers were signed, I barely spared the hospital another glance. My mother wept softly by the doorway, trying to hide her tears. My father clapped a heavy hand on my shoulder, pride and worry etched into his stern face. The doctors gave me final instructions about rest, diet, wound care-but I was already walking away, my coat billowing behind me. The hospital had been my prison. Every hour spent in its sterile walls had felt like a chain tightening around my throat. And now, at last, I was free. The driver opened the door of the black sedan waiting outside. I slid into the backseat without a word. My wolf bristled beneath my skin, restless, hungry for the taste of familiar air. The city blurred by as the car carried me back toward Light Pack territory. Skyscrapers gave way to suburban streets, and then to the shadowed forests that guarded our lan