Semua Bab My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury): Bab 51 - Bab 60

Chapter 51The day ended rather quickly, I still couldn't get over the image of Mirage I saw earlier. But I couldn't find him nor could I pick up on his scent.It was late evening when I decided to leave, I guess I just enjoyed the quiet of the school and stayed till late.I reached the gate when I remembered I forgot to call a taxi beforehand. I contemplated walking back to my villa while passing by the night market again.Suddenly, I spotted an almost invisible black BMW that blended the night, I paused as it drove off without even turning on the headlights.Honk...honk...!I was instantly startled. The source of the sound was a dark blue Hyundai parked at the entrance of the school, with the lights on. Moving closer, I spotted Emily sitting in the driver's seat."Hurry up, come over" She called out as I quickened my pace moving towards the car. I opened the front seat and closed the door as she started the car.The engine made a funny noise but started eventually, especially Emily'

Chapter 53Flora's POV I had not spoken to Lysa since that moment at the airport. I could still smell it-my father's scent clinging too strongly to my nanny's bosom, too boldly for comfort. The thought gnawed at me, tearing little strips of trust from the bond we'd shared since we met. Lysa had been my shadow, my confidante, my shield. But now, my mind was a storm of questions I couldn't answer.By the time my plane landed in America, exhaustion and bitterness churned together inside my chest. I had never been here before, never breathed the sharp chill of its air or stared at its endless lights stretching into the horizon. I should have felt awe. I should have felt excited. But all she felt was suspicion, irritation, and the jagged edges of betrayal.The driver waiting for me was polite, faceless, and efficient. Without wasting words, he ushered me to a sleek black car that whisked me through the bustling streets, the foreign signs and voices blurring past the tinted windows. I did

Chapter 55Viona's POVI had grown used to the rhythm of Edenvale. The laughter-filled corridors, the mix of human chatter and the faint undercurrent of other presences that only my heightened senses could detect. Four months had passed since I began my life here, blending carefully into the human world while guarding my identity. Everything had been steady-predictable, even.Until recently.For a week now, I have noticed it. A faintly familiar scent lingering in the halls, sharp enough to stir old memories but too out of place to accept easily. It clung to the air after classes, brushed faintly past her during lectures, and lingered on the breeze in the courtyard. I told myself I was imagining things. Flora was supposed to be in a pack house-or perhaps already on her way to Chad for her studies abroad, if the rumors she heard were true.There was no reason-no possibility-for Flora to be here.But fate rarely bowed to reason.I was exiting the library when my gaze locked onto a figure

Chapter 57Hours later The night swallowed me whole as I stormed into the forest, my chest heaving, rage clawing at my ribs like a beast begging to be unleashed. The canopy above was thick, blotting out even the stars, but I needed no light-my fury lit the path for me.My father's scheme replayed in my mind like a cruel taunt. Every account is frozen. My passport vanished. My freedom stripped away without so much as a word. I'm heir to the most powerful pack in the region, yet I'm being treated like a child in chains. Like a prisoner.The thought drove me mad.With a guttural roar, I launched myself at the nearest tree. My claws extended before I even realized it, slicing through bark and wood as if it were flesh. Splinters sprayed into the air, the sharp scent of pine filling my nostrils. But it wasn't enough.It would never be enough.I tore into another tree, muscles straining, veins bulging as rage coursed through me unchecked. My hands shook violently, my vision blurred with red

Chapter 59Nicolas POVI sat alone in my study, the silence unbearable. My phone lay on the desk, useless-a dead piece of metal since my father had stripped me of every number, every card, every means of reaching Flora.I had tried everything. Calling from burners, sneaking into the offices, even attempting to bribe clerks at the travel bureau. Nothing worked. My father's grip was absolute, suffocating, and the walls of the Royals Pack estate felt less like home and more like a gilded prison. Even my best friend Elliot couldn't cheer me up.Weeks without hearing Flora's voice gnawed at me. Every night I saw her in my dreams, her lips pressed against mine as they had been in those photos. The photos that had ruined everything.I cursed under my breath, fists slamming the desk hard enough to crack the polished wood.A knock came at the door. I ignored it, my patience gone, but the door creaked open anyway. A servant slipped inside, head bowed low."My lord," the servant whispered, "some