All Chapters of Ex Luna's Revenge : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Luciano De Luca’s POV There was no clear reason for it. No logic I could point to. No justification I could defend. Yet the sight before me stirred something sharp and restless inside my chest, something dangerously close to anger. It burned slowly at first, then rose, steady and relentless, until it became impossible to ignore. Maybe it was because Doctor B reminded me too much of Chiara. Or maybe it was simpler than that. Maybe I just could not stand watching another man ignore her words, push past her boundaries, and act as though her refusal meant nothing. Whatever the reason, my patience wore thin as my irritation climbed. I had expected that, with Doctor B’s growing reputation within the pack, she would attract attention. Admirers. Suitors. That much was inevitable. But this? Men crowding her workplace. Interrupting her duties. Cornering her in the very place she was meant to feel in control. That, I had not anticipated. The man standing beside her now was the chief

Luciano De Luca’s POV When I returned home that evening, after spending hours at the hospital and finally seeing my father regain consciousness, all I wanted was silence and sleep. The house was unusually still, the servants long gone for the night, the dim lights casting shadows across the marble floors. It should have been peaceful. Instead, Silvia Romano was waiting for me in the living room. A half-empty bottle of wine sat on the table in front of her, along with an abandoned glass. The moment she saw me, she rose unsteadily to her feet, her eyes sharp despite the alcohol, and crossed the room with purpose. “Are you having an affair with Doctor B?” she demanded, her voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. I stopped in my tracks, irritation immediately settling into my bones. This was not the first time she had thrown that accusation at me, and it was growing more tiresome each time. Her jealousy had always been excessive, but tonight, after everything I had just endure

Chiara’s POV By the time I returned home that evening, exhaustion clung to me like a second skin, heavy and suffocating in a way that sleep alone could never fix. The entire ride back, I had held onto one simple thought, one fragile promise to myself. I would step out of the role of Doctor B, shed the composure and restraint, slip into something soft and familiar, and allow myself a moment of quiet indulgence, something sweet to dull the sharp edges of the day. I barely made it halfway through that plan. I had just changed, the silence of the house wrapping around me, when the phone rang, its sharp sound cutting through the stillness like a blade. Caterina was not home yet, which meant there was no one else to answer it. With a quiet sigh, I walked over and picked up the receiver. “Hello?” “Chiara, is that you?” The voice was familiar enough to make my fingers tighten slightly around the phone. My lawyer. It had been a while since we had spoken directly, though the steady str

Chiara’s POV The divorce ceremony was meant to be simple. Brief. Almost clinical in its execution. A quiet undoing of something that had once been sacred. Each partner was required to stand before the judge and deliver a prepared statement, a formal acknowledgment that what had once been binding was now broken. I had written mine carefully, folding the small slip of paper until it fit neatly in my palm. Now, as I stood there, my fingers trembled around it. Compared to the raw devastation of the rejection ceremony, this should have been easier. Less painful. More distant. But it wasn’t. Standing here, exposed before witnesses, admitting aloud that our marriage had failed felt like reopening a wound that had never truly healed. Most people avoided this kind of public spectacle now. Divorces were handled quietly, privately. But we were not most people. The Alpha King and his Luna were bound by tradition, even in separation. So here we were. Side by side. Before a judge. I

Chiara’s POV The image of Silvia Romano with her arms wrapped tightly around Luciano De Luca lingered in my mind long after the divorce ceremony had ended, refusing to fade no matter how much I wished it would. It felt like the final fracture of something already broken, the last quiet confirmation that whatever had once existed between us was truly over. My wolf sank into mourning again, heavy and silent inside me, yet beneath that grief, something stronger began to take root. A quiet, stubborn determination pushed through the pain, reminding me that walking away had not been weakness, but necessity. Seeing them together forced me to accept a truth I had resisted for far too long. Luciano had always been bound to Silvia in ways he had never been to me, tied by obligation, guilt, and something deeper I could never quite reach. Letting him go had not been easy, and it still felt like I was dragging chains made of regret and heartbreak wherever I went, but I knew now that I had done