All Chapters of Ex Luna's Revenge : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chiara’s POV I looked down at my dress, genuinely unsure what was wrong with it. Yes, it was more revealing than the conservative outfits I’d worn throughout our marriage, but I didn’t think it warranted the fierce glare Luciano De Luca was giving me now. Did he think I was embarrassing him? Was I embarrassing him? Suddenly, he grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Giacomo. “Hey—” Giacomo started, but the moment Luciano’s furious gaze snapped toward him, the words died in his throat. Swallowing hard, Jasper stepped back, allowing Luciano to drag me away. “Where are we going?” I asked. “To the bedroom,” Luciano said curtly. “So you can change.” I planted my feet, forcing him to either dislocate my arm or stop altogether. “I’m not changing,” I said—my voice steadier than I felt. As Chiara, I would never have gone against Luciano’s wishes before. But maybe my Doctor B side was bleeding into the rest of me now—bringing with it a courage and strength I hadn’t possessed

Luciano De Luca’s POV I went into the house fully intending to get a slice of cake for Chiara. From her tone earlier, I knew she was annoyed with me—and I hadn’t done much to fix it. I’d thought bringing up the topic of her having a child might help smooth things over, but instead, it had only pushed her farther away. A piece of cake wouldn’t solve everything. Still, as gestures went, it couldn’t hurt. Maybe she’d see that I was trying—that I wasn’t giving up. That had to count for something. I wasn’t thrilled about leaving her alone out there, especially in that dress. At least she had my suit jacket draped over her shoulders. With that, she’d be covered in enough of my scent to discourage most alphas. Except, perhaps, Giacomo—who seemed far too curious for his own good. Chiara was still my wife. Until that changed, Giacomo should know better than to hover around her. Maybe I’d need to have a conversation with him about propriety toward his Luna. As I stood in line waiting fo

Chiara’s POV Nothing I had told Luciano De Luca was a lie. For a werewolf to conceive, both partners needed a certain measure of love and affection for one another. That I was pregnant could, from the outside, be seen as something of a miracle. I remembered that night when Luciano had come to me, a couple of weeks before our anniversary. Since we had slept in separate bedrooms, at first I suspected he might have been lost. I knew he’d gone out drinking that evening, and the faint scent of whiskey still lingered in the air. “Luciano, this isn’t your bedroom,” I said cautiously. “I know that,” he whispered, stumbling closer to my bed. “I’m not going to my bed tonight. I’m staying here.” This type of spontaneity was unusual for him. Usually, the nights we were intimate had been carefully planned in advance. It had never felt particularly romantic—more like a chore that needed to be done for the sake of the pack. But that night was different. Luciano pulled back the blankets and s

Chiara’s POV I knew enough about Cesare—the legendary war hero—to recognize the people standing before me as his children and their spouses. I’d never spoken to them directly. They had always kept their distance from me, though we’d crossed paths at formal gatherings more times than I could count. Even from opposite sides of a ballroom, recognition lingered. As for Cesare himself, I had only met him once—three years ago, when Luciano De Luca visited him in his private residence. Even then, the old man had been far too weak to rise from his bed. “I’ve lived a good life,” he had told Luciano calmly. “But I’m ready for the next one.” “Hopefully, we still have many years with you, my friend,” Luciano had replied gently. Cesare had only smiled, shaking his head. “My friends are waiting. My mate… she’s already there.” I had long expected this moment. Death cheated no one—not even heroes. Especially not those who had already made peace with leaving this world behind. Yet, as I studie

Chiara’s POV The next morning, as I stepped into the office disguised once again as Doctor B, I was no closer to deciding Cesare’s fate. Every angle led to another contradiction—every solution carried its own cruelty. The risks and benefits tangled endlessly in my mind. One thing was clear: I could not afford to be careless. One wrong decision could haunt me forever. As if my thoughts weren’t already heavy enough, the newspapers had somehow caught the scent of the story. Reporters loitered outside the building, hovering like vultures. For the safety and privacy of our patients, we refused to let them inside, even stationing a security guard at the entrance. Still, they lingered in the hallway, craning their necks to peer through the windows. When Cesare’s family arrived, their patience was already worn thin. “I’m sure you can understand why I can’t take this matter lightly,” I said calmly. “Your father’s condition is… not ideal.” “Do you know what he’s done for this pack?” Crist