Semua Bab Ex Luna's Revenge : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Chiara's POV Seeing Luciano De Luca appear so suddenly in the bar made my heart race, even as my limbs refused to move in shock. This was a place for commoners. Why would he ever come here? And why did he look so furious? Typically, Luciano was the perfect picture of calm. Ever the gentleman—polite, reserved, always hiding his true emotions behind a cool, impenetrable façade. But now… I had never seen him like this. His face was twisted with rage, his jaw clenched tight, his hands curled as if they might shift into claws at any moment. Dressed in his expensive suit and perfectly knotted tie, he was entirely out of place in this hole-in-the-wall bar. He looked like a man headed for a high-rise gala downtown, not someone storming through a dim, smoke-filled tavern beneath an apartment building. His subordinates looked just as out of place. Their suits weren’t as costly as Luciano’s, but they were still unmistakably high-end—and no one else in the bar was wearing anything

Chiara's POV “That’s your imagination,” I said, my voice cold enough that I hoped Luciano De Luca would drop the subject entirely. He didn’t return to it. After a brief pause, however, he continued, “There are rumors that you are a mysterious Healer who travels from pack to pack, never staying in one place for long.” I was well aware of those rumors. In fact, I had carefully cultivated them myself—both to preserve the mystery surrounding Doctor B and to distance that identity from Chiara, the Alpha’s wife. “When I offered a collaboration,” Luciano went on, “I was simply expressing my interest in keeping you within the Nightfall Pack. Your talents are highly valued here. I’m confident we could provide enough challenge to maintain your professional curiosity.” I said nothing. I simply watched him. Only now did I notice the briefcase he’d been holding motionless at his side. He lifted it onto the reception desk and clicked open the latches. The lid popped up, and he withdrew a thi

Chiara’s POV Over the next few days, I met with Luciano De Luca several times while disguised as Doctor B, so that we could discuss and develop our collaborative project. In these early stages, we decided to keep everything confidential. At the time, I believed I was simply protecting the integrity of the work. It wasn’t until a few days later—while standing in the grocery store checkout line—that I realized how badly we’d miscalculated. One of the tabloids displayed a bold, scandalous headline: ALPHA KING LUCIANO DE LUCA AND DOCTOR B—SECRET RENDEZVOUS CONFIRMED! LOVERS? By keeping the true nature of our meetings secret, we had unintentionally fueled the imagination of the entire kingdom. Paparazzi had snapped photos of us together, twisting innocent moments into something sordid. The images were painfully out of context. Yes, we had gone out for dinner one evening—but only because our earlier meeting had dragged on longer than expected. We were hungry, exhausted, and still de

Chiara’s POV Even though he was looking straight at me, I knew he wasn’t talking about inviting me. That would have been outrageous. Impossible. There was no way that was happening. Luciano De Luca looked away from me and back to Silvia Romano. The anger in his expression was unmistakable—his eyes like icicles, his mouth set in a hard slash. “I warned you not to disrespect Doctor B again,” Luciano said coldly. Even his voice carried frost. Silvia paled slightly, though her tears continued to slide down her cheeks. “Did you hear the things she said about me?” she cried. “None of it was true!” Luciano ignored her completely, turning instead to the older Healers standing just inside the doorway. “You should leave,” he told them. “I will handle this matter myself.” Healers, by nature, were rare and highly respected. They were known for being outspoken—few people dared challenge them. Even as Doctor B, I had taken liberties I never would have as Chiara, but only on medical matters,

Chiara’s POV The news took a long moment to sink in—long enough for Caterina to start looking worried. “Are you okay, sweetheart?” Caterina asked, stepping closer. Over the past two days, pregnancy reactions had begun to surface. As a Healer, I knew it was inevitable, but knowing didn’t make it any easier to endure. “I—I’m going to be sick,” I managed. With Caterina’s help, I rushed to the bathroom. I barely made it before I started dry heaving. She quickly removed my mask and held my hair back for me. Inside me, my wolf stirred, shifting her focus entirely to comfort. With that movement, my altered scent faded, and my hair returned to its natural lighter brown shade. When the nausea finally eased, I sank back on my heels. Caterina crouched in front of me, her eyes filled with concern. “I’m fine,” I said weakly. “This doesn’t look fine,” she replied. “It’s normal.” “You still need rest.” I swallowed, then asked quietly, “What about the party?” “Forget the party,” Caterin