All Chapters of The Alpha’s Dead Luna: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

EMILY I had always loved the villa. It stood in quiet elegance—white stucco framed by half an acre of lush tropical gardens, with a small swimming pool glinting beneath the sun. Inside, it was cool and airy, the rooms spacious and filled with that unmistakable Caribbean charm that made everything feel both relaxed and indulgent.When I arrived, Venida greeted me at the front door. She was exactly as I remembered a large, imposing woman with a presence that filled the entryway. Her expression made it clear she was not particularly pleased to see me, though she didn’t seem surprised either. My luggage had already arrived, delivered by the driver I had abandoned during the chaos of the riot.Yet there it sat, all of it still piled in the foyer, untouched. Venida made no move to have it carried upstairs, as though hoping I might change my mind and leave again.“Please have my things brought up to the pink room, Venida,” I said, keeping my tone polite but firm. “I’ll be staying there.”He

EMILYA loud banging dragged me out of sleep.I groaned softly, every inch of my body heavy, as though I hadn’t rested at all. Rolling over, I reached blindly for a pillow and pressed it over my eyes, trying to shield myself from the flood of sunlight that had suddenly filled the room, as if someone had flung the shutters wide open.And then I remembered.Julian.A slow, warm smile spread across my lips, a deep, glowing happiness curling through me.“Jist ain’t right… good folks ought to know better. Now, if’n it was po’ trash, why, then I’d understand but good folks? Lady!”My eyes flew open.Venida.I gasped, bolting upright, my gaze darting wildly across the room. Relief crashed through me when I saw I was alone, Julian was gone.Thank goodness.“Such carryings-on I neveh did see! ’Bout time you opened them eyes!”“What time is it?” I demanded, still trying to steady myself.Venida set a tray down beside the bed with a decisive clatter. “Seven.”“Seven?” I repeated, startled.“You

EMILYThe silence Julian left behind was louder than anything.It pressed into my chest, heavy and suffocating, like the walls themselves were closing in on me.I stood in the middle of the room long after he had gone, my fingers still curled where his shirt had been moments ago. My heart hadn’t caught up with reality yet. It was still racing, still clinging to the heat of him, the way his voice had dropped when he said my name like it meant something.Like I meant something.I exhaled shakily and dragged a hand through my hair.“This is a mistake,” I muttered to myself. “Everything about this is a mistake.”But even as I said it, I knew I didn’t believe it.A knock sounded on the door.My heart leapt instantly.“Julian?” I called, already moving.I didn’t even think. I just opened the door and froze.It wasn’t him.Venida stood there, hands clasped neatly in front of her, her expression carefully neutral.Disappointment hit me harder than I expected.“What is it?” I asked, my tone sh

JULIAN The moment I realized she wasn’t breathing, something inside me snapped so violently it felt physical—like a wire in my chest had been yanked loose and left sparking.“No… no, no, no—hey… hey!”My voice came out strained, unfamiliar, like it didn’t belong to me. I dropped to my knees in front of her, my hands hovering uselessly over her body before finally settling on her shoulders. I shook her gently at first, then harder when she didn’t respond.“Wake up,” I said, my tone sharpening with panic. “This isn’t funny. Get up.”Her head lolled to the side.The sound of it, echoed louder than it should have in the silence of my office.Blood had already begun to pool beneath her, seeping across the polished floor in slow, creeping lines that made my stomach churn. It was everywhere. On her hair. On the edge of my desk. On my hands.My hands.I stared at them, chest heaving, my breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. “No…” I whispered, shaking my head as if that alone could undo w

EMILYThe first thing I felt was warmth.I groaned softly, shifting under the sheets, trying to turn away from it, but it only got worse. My lashes fluttered open, and for a second, I didn’t recognize where I was. The ceiling above me was too high, too unfamiliar. The air smelled different. Then it hit me.Alessandro’s house.My stomach tightened instantly and almost immediately I saw Joselyn. Standing by the window like she owned the morning itself, her fingers casually adjusting the curtains as if this room belonged to her.Something inside me snapped.I pushed myself up so fast my head spun slightly, but I ignored it, swinging my legs off the bed and marching toward her.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”She didn’t even flinch.Didn’t even turn immediately.She just pulled the curtain a little wider, letting more light flood into the room before finally glancing over her shoulder at me.“Oh, you’re awake,” she said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. “Good.