《His Mate, But Not His Luna》全部章節：第 141 章 - 第 150 章

Author’s POVThe second living room in the Monroe estate was smaller than the grand hall that greeted visitors, but it lacked nothing in refinement. Polished wood gleamed under soft lamplight, velvet cushions sat untouched on carefully arranged seats, and the air carried the faint scent of incense that had long since burned out.Tonight, however, the room felt suffocatingly heavy like something unseen had settled over it and refused to lift.Isyra paced back and forth. Back and forth.Her steps were uneven, sharp against the floor, betraying the panic clawing its way through her chest. Her hands trembled at her sides, then clenched, then released again as though she could physically shake the fear out of herself if she moved enough.She couldn’t.Her mother sat slumped into one of the single-seater couches, her posture unusually collapsed, her elegance stripped away by exhaustion. Her face looked drawn, pale, and older than it had any right to be.And Elder Monroe— He sat upright, sti

Author’s POVThe room fell into silence after Monroe finished reading the letter. It was not the tense, suffocating silence from before. This one was different.It was lighter and filled with insurmountable relief.The kind of silence people fell into when death stepped away from their throat at the very last second.For a moment, none of them moved. Then slowly, almost visibly, the panic in the room loosened its grip.Mrs. Monroe was the first to sink into it.“Oh, thank the Moon Goddess,” she whispered weakly, one trembling hand pressing against her chest. “They really were kidnapped…”The breath she released sounded shaky, almost disbelieving, as though she had been bracing herself for something far worse.Isyra’s shoulders sagged. The terror that had gripped her since the mention of investigation finally eased enough for her to breathe properly again. Henry wasn’t secretly arresting people. He hadn’t uncovered everything. Not yet.The realization flooded her with such overwhelming

Author’s POVFor a moment, Isyra forgot how to breathe. The color drained violently from her face, so fast it was almost frightening to watch. One second she was flushed with anger, the next she looked as though every drop of blood had been ripped from beneath her skin.Shock crashed through her so hard that even her wolf recoiled inside her. Her lips parted.“Y-you…!”The words came out broken and strangled, trembling beneath the weight of disbelief. Rage followed immediately after, hot and vicious, but it tangled together with something far worse.Fear. Real fear.For once, Isyra could not force her thoughts into order fast enough to speak.Madam Joyce’s grin widened slowly. It was not a pleasant smile anymore. Not polite or respectful. Standing there beneath the afternoon sunlight with Isyra’s perfume wrapped around her body and satisfaction gleaming in her eyes, she looked almost inhuman.Like something beautiful that had crawled out of the dark wearing a woman’s skin. An angel of

Author’s POVBy the time Isyra reached the pack house, she had worked herself into a frenzy.Her breathing was uneven, sharp and shallow as she hurried through the grounds. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, each beat harder than the last, until it felt as though it might burst straight out of her chest.Panic clawed at her from the inside. Not the graceful sort she could bury beneath tears and soft smiles. This was ugly panic. Wild panic. The kind that made her thoughts trip over themselves.Madam Joyce knew too much. Too much. And if Henry truly was questioning those guards right now—No.No.Isyra pushed the thought away immediately as she stormed through the large entrance doors of the pack house.The sound echoed loudly enough that every servant in the main hall turned toward her at once. Conversation died instantly. The atmosphere shifted the moment they saw her expression.Isyra barely noticed. Her eyes swept across the room frantically, searching for Henry. When sh

Author’s POVThe office fell silent the moment Isyra left. She had walked out with a noticeable lightness in her steps, convinced she had successfully manipulated Henry into believing Madam Joyce and Lysera were working together to destroy her reputation. Convinced she had turned his anger toward them and pulled him back onto her side once again.Henry remained standing where she had left him, his eyes fixed on the closed door long after the sound of her footsteps disappeared down the hallway.The room suddenly felt too quiet.Slowly, Henry exhaled and dragged a hand down his face before turning toward his desk again. The papers scattered across it blurred together meaninglessly now. His mind was elsewhere entirely.On Isyra, Madam Joyce and on Lysera. And on the mess growing larger around all of them.Henry lowered himself back into his chair slowly, his gaze hardening little by little as he replayed everything Isyra had just told him.The guards had been found. That part was true. N