All Chapters of My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter 161 Viona's POV Two weeks had crawled by since the night I confirmed my pregnancy in the human clinic. Two weeks of endless council meetings, reports, and the fragile mask of normalcy I forced upon myself. No one suspected my secret-not yet. But every step I took, every decision I made as Alpha, felt heavier with the invisible life stirring quietly within me. The pack was restless. Rumors churned in every hall, carried on whispers of returning scouts. The enemy had been on the move again-witches, humans, and vampires no longer at each other's throats but marching in uneasy unity. Their combined force was enough to turn even the strongest stomach cold. And now, they are here. --- "Alpha, the scouts are back," Joey reported, entering my chambers with a grim expression. I straightened immediately, my wolf stirring beneath my skin. "Well? What did they find?"

Chapter 163 Viona's POV The great hall had never felt so suffocating. Every banner was raised high, the sigils of each pack rippling faintly in the draft. The elders sat stiff-backed at the long table, their faces drawn with equal measures of suspicion and pride. Betas lingered near their alphas, whispers darting from lip to ear like restless sparks. The entire place hummed with tension, a storm straining to break free. They had all gathered at dawn, answering the summons none of us had wanted but none could ignore. The witches, vampires, and humans had promised that their master would come today, to address the wolves directly. That was hours ago. Now the sun had climbed high, its light slicing through the stained glass windows and casting fractured colors across scowling faces. "This is an insult," Elder Marcus growled, his heavy fist rattling the table. "We wait here like begg

Chapter 165 Viona's POV The air inside the council chamber was still humming with Mirage's presence. His smirk, his deliberate provocations with Lilah on his arm, the sharp undercurrent between us-it had left the room heavy with tension, like a string drawn taut. No one dared breathe too deeply. And then the doors slammed open again. A scout stumbled in, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with urgency. The guards nearly drew blades on him, but he dropped to one knee before me, his voice trembling as it carried across the chamber. "Alpha-your warriors... they've returned!" The words crashed into the hall like thunder. The council erupted instantly, voices rising, overlapping. Chairs scraped against stone, growls rumbled in throats. For weeks, rumors had claimed every last warrior had perished, swallowed by the enemy's might. Families had mourned. Graves had been dug i

Chapter 167 Viona's POV The council chamber felt smaller than it had ever been. The air was thick with magic, with the scent of tension rolling off every wolf in the room. Mirage stood at the center, his stance calm, composed, every inch of him exuding control. He had just claimed the title of Alpha of Alphas, and though resistance still simmered in the eyes of the council, none could deny the pact's binding force. Yet, it wasn't the pact that made my blood run cold. It was the way Mirage's eyes slid past me, as though I wasn't there at all. My wolf growled inside my chest, restless. I had expected arrogance, expected Mirage to revel in his power. I had even expected the smirk, the silent game he played when our gazes collided. But this-this was something else. The silence stretched. Finally, Jason-my father-leaned forward, his eyes narrowing on Mirage. "If the pact names you Alpha of Alphas,"

Chapter 169 Viona's POV The council chamber had long since emptied, but I remained seated in my chair long after the torches guttered low. My father and Nicolas had tried to reach me, both speaking in harsh, hurried whispers, but I had barely heard them. My mind felt as though it had shattered into a thousand jagged shards, each one cutting me from the inside. Mirage's words still echoed, cruel and final. "You are not my Luna." "Lilah is mine." The memory twisted in my chest, sharper than any blade. My wolf paced in circles inside me, restless, furious, demanding vengeance. But I sat still, my hands folded tightly in my lap, my face expressionless. I would not weep here, not in the shadows of the hall where Mirage's smirk might still linger. No-my grief was mine alone. That night, when I returned to the Alpha's chambers, the silence greeted me like a ghost. I stood