All Chapters of The Rogue Luna's Secret : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

SUSAN’S POVI got the beep. It was a sharp, piercing sound vibrating against my wrist with a persistence that made my stomach tighten. That was the emergency device my most trusted allies had. It was a small, high-tech transmitter, built for one thing: a life-or-death situation. It only beeps when someone was in a corner they couldn't get out of, and hearing it now meant something had gone terribly wrong.The little device didn't just send a distress signal; it popped up an encrypted SMS and activated a GPS tracker. I tapped the interface, watching as a red dot pulsed on the digital map of the city. It was Mouse. I zeroed in to get his exact location. It was an old, abandoned steel foundry in the industrial sector and I rushed out immediately without thinking.According to the GPS, it would take me about ten minutes max to get to him if I pushed my pace. I made a run for it, my feet barely touching the pavement as I ran through the backstreets, hoping to get to him before something te

Somewhere in the quiet, high-end district of Oakhaven, there was a soft, rhythmic knock on the heavy oak door of Victor’s study. Inside, the room was dimly lit, smelling of expensive leather and cold air."Enter," Victor’s voice barked. It was a deep sound that could make anyone obey without question.A man in a crisp black suit, looking more like a corporate lawyer than a scout stepped into the room. He held a tablet in his hand, his expression carefully neutral, though there was a slight tension in his shoulders that hadn't been there an hour ago. This was one of Victor’s field scouts, a man trained to watch from the shadows without ever being seen."Sir," the scout began, bowing his head slightly. "We have the report from the mill district. The extraction of Silas Vane was a failure."Victor didn't look up from the monitors on his desk. He was watching a silent loop of surveillance footage from the school parking lot. "A failure? My men were equipped with high-frequency dampeners

LIORA'S POV Victor Vance stood directly in front of me, and the air around us seemed to drop ten degrees. His scent, that cold, metallic smell of iron and old snow was so strong it made my own wolf want to pace inside my chest."Victor Vance," I repeated, my voice sounding steadier than I felt. I didn't reach out to shake his hand. I kept my hands folded in front of me, my fingers digging into my own palms. "I believe I’ve seen your name on the donor plaque. You’re quite the supporter of the arts and education."Victor’s smile didn't reach his eyes. "A city without knowledge is just a collection of buildings, Miss Hale. I like to invest in things that last. Like this library. Or a solid reputation."Renn and Kira stepped up behind me. I could feel his massive presence including the heat radiating off him. While Kira stood with a casual, dangerous grace, her eyes scanning Victor’s suit as if she were looking for a place to slide a blade.Victor’s gaze flickered to Renn for a split sec

LIORA'S POV As I headed toward the door, Elias went to get Silas since Kira followed behind me to make sure I was okay. From the mumbling I heard as I was leaving, he was making up some excuse for our abrupt exit, probably something about a construction emergency or a burst pipe at a site. I didn't care what he said, as long as it got us out of that room. The air in the library atrium had become too hard to breathe.The ride back was quiet. Nobody wanted to speak. Kira eventually broke the silence, her voice tight with confusion. "Liora, what was all that about? You looked like you saw your own ghost on that balcony. Also what did that Victor guy want from you?” She bombarded me with questions and without letting me answer the first round, she continued. “He was giving me the creeps, I mean we all know he's a wolf right, you can literally smell it all over him. But what was his deal, Liora? You looked so pale all of a sudden.” She was finally done with her questions.I sighed, trying

Usually, Saturdays were one of the liveliest days in our house. We barely ever went to work on weekends, giving us a rare chance to just be a family. I’d spend the morning on the floor with Finn, building impossible towers out of blocks, while the smell of Lena’s breakfast filled the halls. Almost everyone stayed home unless someone had to run an errand or the kids wanted to hang out with friends. It was our sanctuary.But this Saturday was different. The house was quiet, but it wasn't a peaceful quiet. The air was heavy, and everyone was on edge.We were all in the living room, eyes drifting toward the driveway, waiting for the clock to run out.Around noon, a black Sedan drove into our driveway, an indication of Victor's arrival. I stepped onto the porch before he could even kill the engine. Victor Vance got out of his black sedan, looking every bit the man in control. He didn't come with an army; he didn't need to.He walked up to the steps, a smug, narrow smile on his face, holdin