Semua Bab The Mad Lycan King's Wrong Luna: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Ryan and I had just stepped into the hallway when the muffled hum of the ballroom rushed in like a physical weight, drowning out the suffocating silence of the study. And just like that, the private war between Ryan and me ended.Or rather, it moved to a later date.Ryan stepped back first, giving me space to move forward. I brushed past him, and I felt the shift in him instantly. Nothing on his face showed the desperate lover I had just met. I lowered my gaze, smoothing down invisible creases on my midnight-emerald dress as if nothing had happened.As if my heart wasn't still trying to claw its way out of my chest.As if the man standing three feet away hadn't just looked at me and realized I wasn't Isabelle.Joel smiled, his expression a perfect veneer of paternal pride, completely unaware of the wreckage he had just walked into. "Perfect timing," he said, his voice booming with a warmth that felt like a threat in my mind. "The toast is about to begin."Estelle reached for my ha

"Tell me something," he said softly. "Something only Isabelle Quinn would know." My heart slammed against my ribs, but I smiled. Of course I did. "What kind of question is that?" I ask back, obviously deflecting. "The kind that has a simple answer," he replied. I exhaled slowly, keeping my heartbeat steady and my emotions under control. "The east wing library," I said. "Third shelf from the left. There's a hidden compartment behind the false panel. Father used to keep documents there that he didn't want anyone else to find. When I was seven, you and I saw it after we hid. We heard his voice before he entered." The silence that followed my words was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Cassian didn't react. Not immediately… He wasn't listening to what I said. He was watching me, studying how I said it. How I breathed. How I held his gaze. And then his eyes darkened. "You're very good," he murmured. My stomach dropped. "Excuse me?" "At pretend

3 hours ago… After Ryan left the room with "Isabelle". Ryan had been watching the woman he had just realised was a fake from across the room when the memory of the conversation he had with Isabelle three months ago replayed in his mind. That was when everything clicked: "That girl… is her." However, it had been long, and he didn't remember everything Isabelle said as clearly, so he made his way to his room inside the Quinn mansion. Ryan opened his door quietly and slipped in, taking large strides towards the hidden drawer inside his closet. He parted the clothes, revealing the handle, which he yanked open. There in the middle of the drawer lay Isabelle's diary. That was the diary he stole from Isabelle's room the night before she ran away. When Isabelle agreed to disappear, she had intentionally left her diary behind as a clue to her parents. If he hadn't thought of searching her room beforehand, the Quinns would have found out about their forbidden romance long ago. He had hi

The next morning. Morning came too soon, even though all I wanted was to hide under the sheets and shut out the world. I woke up with a start, my eyes squinting to take in the sunlit streaks that flooded the room. I got out of bed and made my way into the bathroom and caught my reflection in the vanity mirror. For a moment, I just stared at the woman staring back at me. I didn't see Isabelle or Yvette. I just saw a mask. My hair was a bird's nest of tangled silk, my mascara had bled into dark, bruised circles under my eyes, and my lips... my lips were still slightly swollen. I didn't remember when I finally drifted to sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt the phantom pressure of Cassian's hands on my skin and the hunger of that kiss and how intense it had felt, like nothing I've ever experienced, and then before I could savour the feeling again, the icy splash of Ryan's voice would tear through. "Hello, Yvette Swan." And then it pushes me back, back to that night. The ni

YVETTE'S POV… 3 hours earlier… Quinn Estate… Around 10:00 am… I didn't need to do much before Estelle called Roxanne to come over. I kept telling myself that Roxanne's presence would be the perfect distraction Ryan needed to enable me to get into his room to find the diary. Unfortunately, she was set to arrive during lunch since I had to meet my private tutor for French and Spanish and start my lessons immediately. So far, I have only had instructors who have been training my physical strength. My strength was too weak for a werewolf, an alpha bloodline at that. But now I can feel my strength has improved."Meet Gabriel Jones; he's going to be your private tutor for French and Spanish. He has already signed an NDA," Joel said, introducing the scholarly-looking young man. Gabriel was handsome: thick brows, chiselled jaw, sharp nose, and nice hair; he looked like a sexy professor who had stepped out of a manhwa, but he still paled in comparison to Cassian. ‘Ugh… Focus… Yvette! Why