All Chapters of The Loathed Luna: A Sister's Substitute : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

KATARINAThe television's soft glow illuminated our suite, casting flickering lights across the walls. Nina and I had finished dinner nearly two hours ago, a lovely meal of roasted meats and fresh salads that Greyson had ordered before he left. We’d settled in to watch a light-hearted show about a pack of misfit wolves trying to run a brothel in a human town. It was silly and comforting, exactly what I needed after the long day at the summit. But Greyson still hadn't returned. I glanced at the clock again, my thumb absently tracing the edge of the blanket draped over my lap. I hoped the meeting with the Eastern Ridge Alpha had gone well. More than that, I hoped he was with Cyra right now. She had looked so broken earlier. Whatever darkness she was fighting, I prayed Greyson’s presence would help pull her through it. He had such a steadying effect on people... on me, especially. Surely he could reach her too. Beside me, Nina yawned widely, covering her mouth with the back of her h

GREYSONRage burned through me like wildfire as I stormed back down the corridor toward Cyra’s suite. The hallway had mostly cleared, but a few lingering eyes followed me. I didn’t care. My shirt was still half unbuttoned, feet still bare, but none of that mattered. All I could see was Katarina’s devastated face and hear her words about the mind-link. Cyra had done this. She had lured her there on purpose.I shoved the door open without knocking, sending it banging against the wall.Cyra stood near the center of the living area, now wrapped in a robe, watching the door as if she had been expecting me. The moment our eyes met, her expression told me everything I needed to know. There was no shock, no guilt or remorse. Just a dark, satisfied gleam in her gaze, the cold certainty of someone who had orchestrated exactly what she wanted and felt no regret for the destruction left behind.I had never seen her like this. Her face was twisted in a way that made her almost unrecognizable. “W

GREYSONHer words hit me like a silver blade to the heart. 'You’ll have to kill me to stop me.' And I stood there, blocking the door, staring at her as my mind raced.I could see the tremor in her hands, the way her entire body shook with defiance and pain, and it squeezed my chest so tightly I could barely breathe. I could never kill her. I could never hurt her again. But she didn’t believe that anymore, and how could she, after everything I had done?Forcing her to stay would only make things worse. She needed to give birth at the stronghold so the elders could bless our child and set him upon the Alpha path. That was his destiny. But if I kept her here by force, I would lose her forever.So I would let her go. Not forever. Just long enough for me to start over. I would use the months before our son was born to woo her the way I should have from the beginning. I would win her heart properly, not as a replacement, not through duty or politics, but as a man who truly loved her. And wh

KATARINAThe walk back to our suite seemed endless, as each step echoed with the weight of what had just happened in the hall, the stares, the tears, and my decision to stay. Greyson spoke as soon as we stepped inside and the door closed behind us.“Thank you for staying, Katarina. I—”I cut him off before he finished. “This doesn’t mean I forgive you for what you did. Or that I ever will.”He fell silent, and I continued, my voice calm despite my heart's turmoil. “I chose to stay for my unborn child. This is his home, his legacy, and I won’t take that away from him.”Greyson nodded slowly, his expression both painful and accepting. “I’m still grateful. Whether you forgive me or not, I promise I will never hurt you again. Not intentionally, anyway.”I didn't respond, instead saying, "I'm going to move my belongings to the second bedroom, where I'll sleep."I began walking towards the bedroom, but Greyson's voice stopped me. "I'll move out. You can stay in the main bedroom.”I paused i

KATARINAThe evening had fallen over the stronghold like a heavy blanket, and I had just changed into my softest pajamas when a knock came on my bedroom door. I paused, brush still in my hand, and looked at my reflection for a second before responding."It's me," Greyson said through the wood. I turned toward the door, wondering what he wanted. Just because we lived in the same house didn't mean he had to try to talk to me every time he entered. I was about to say it when he spoke. “I have to step out for a bit. I’ll be back soon.”Again, I told myself I didn't want to know. But I didn't say that. Instead, I said fine. The trust between us was gone, and his movements felt irrelevant now. He lingered for a moment, as if waiting for something more, but when I stayed silent, his footsteps eventually retreated down the hall.I took a shaky breath and crossed to the small pile of items I'd brought back from Alexander's suite. My fingers brushed the book I'd taken. I went back there after I