บททั้งหมดของ Ex Luna's Revenge : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Luciano De Luca’s POV The moment Doctor B slumped forward, I knew. She was fainting. I crossed the space between us before my mind fully caught up, reaching out just in time to keep her from hitting the table or collapsing onto the floor. Her body went limp in my arms, light yet alarmingly fragile, and as I held her, the thought struck me again—harder than before. She reminded me of Chiara. Too much. The curve of her face. The way her head tilted when unconscious. Even the weight of her in my arms felt achingly familiar. But she wasn’t Chiara. She couldn’t be. I had already confirmed that at the party. While Chiara had been beside me, one of my contacts had kept watch on Doctor B the entire time. She had been in her office at the hospital. Two places. Same moment. Impossible. And yet, even knowing that, the similarities were unsettling. “The scent is different,” my wolf, Massimo, murmured inside my mind. “This one has no scent at all.” That alone should have ended the tho

Chiara’s POV Forgetting about the mask entirely, I dropped my hands to my belly instead. “Also safe,” Caterina said immediately. “Both of you are fine.” Relief flooded me. Closing my eyes, I reached inward, seeking reassurance from my wolf. “The baby is safe,” Luna answered softly. “We both shielded her when you fell. And our mate shielded us too.” “Luciano…?” I whispered. “Yes. He protected us, even without knowing who we are.” “Don’t call him our mate,” I said gently. “Soon, he will be nothing to us but a memory.” “He will always be the father of our pup,” Luna replied. Opening my eyes, I pushed aside her words and focused on Caterina again. “You have to reduce your stress,” she insisted. “You’re pushing yourself too hard. You’re already at risk, Chiara. You’re without the protection of a mate. You can’t keep taking chances like this.” “I have to work,” I said. “I need the money. I need it to leave the pack.” “I’m not telling you to quit forever,” she replied. “Just unt

Luciano De Luca’s POV Knowing that if we tried to have this conversation at home, Silvia Romano would simply storm off to her room and slam the door in my face, I summoned her to my office at the Alpha headquarters instead. I needed to address her recent press appearances and interviews, and this was not a discussion I was willing to postpone any longer. When she arrived, I was already seated behind my desk, fingers laced together atop the polished surface. To my irritation, she was dressed in a short red cocktail dress and high heels, her hair and makeup perfectly done as though she were headed to a nightclub rather than a professional meeting with the pack Alpha. She owned professional clothing. I had seen her wear it many times before. Perhaps she believed she could rely on her appearance and femininity to soften whatever punishment she suspected was coming. By now, she should have known better. I could acknowledge that Silvia was an attractive woman, but I was no longer attr

Luciano De Luca’s POV To avoid Silvia Romano at home, I had started spending longer and longer hours at the Alpha headquarters. At first, the staff seemed uneasy around me, stiff in their movements, as if they needed to salute every time I passed. But that tension had slowly faded. Now, they simply nodded and went about their duties. It was a welcome change. Even with the relaxed atmosphere, I could tell they still respected me. The rest of the pack, however, was another matter entirely. Lately, I wasn’t so sure where I stood with them. My phone buzzed in my hand. “Chiara isn’t home,” Caterina said flatly over the line. “She never is when I call,” I replied, rubbing my temple. “And I call at all hours.” “I know,” Caterina said, irritation creeping into her voice. “Have you given her my messages?” I asked. “I have.” “No.” “Does she say anything back? Anything at all?” My doubts spiked sharply. I knew Chiara was avoiding me. What I didn’t know was whether Caterina wasn’t p

Chiara’s POV Back at Caterina’s house, I changed into my Doctor B disguise. Caterina hovered anxiously by the doorway of my bedroom while I stood before the mirror, carefully adjusting my mask. “I think it’s too soon,” she said. “I can’t keep dragging my feet about Cesare,” I replied. After seeing him with my own eyes and speaking with Giacomo, my resolve had hardened. I needed to see this case through, one way or another. “But after what happened with Luciano,” Caterina said gently, “you could at least wait a day or two.” Luciano had once again refused to grant me a divorce, and once again, without any valid reason. What made my blood boil was the lecture that came with it—him warning me about being seen with another Alpha. After parading everywhere with Silvia Romano on his arm, he had no right to dictate who I could or could not associate with. Luciano and I were no longer together. Papers signed or not, I no longer considered him my husband. That moment of weakness ea