All Chapters of The Loathed Luna: A Sister's Substitute : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

THIRD-PARTY POVNora barely had time to process how Greyson had rescued them before kneeling beside Katarina.“Katarina? Katarina, look at me.”Her hands shook as she examined her niece's face, shoulders, and arms for injuries before her gaze shifted to Katarina's stomach, and panic gripped her chest.“The baby,” Nora whispered.She cupped Katarina's face. “Katarina, sweetheart, answer me. Is the baby okay? Did that kick hurt the baby?”But Katarina didn't hear her. Her aunt's voice was only a distant noise beneath the deafening roar inside her mind. Greyson murdered Olympia, and the words played over and over, each repetition cutting deeper than the last.All Katarina could see was her sister's face, thinking that the man she loved was coming to save her.But he'd come to take her life. Why? Why didn't he refuse her? Why did he have to hurt her sister? Katarina saw it all in her mind—the fear Olympia must have felt when Greyson’s hands closed around her, the confusion when she reali

GREYSONThe door opened just as we stopped in Katarina’s bedroom, and Katarina, whom I hadn't even known had gotten out of the shower, appeared at the doorway, hugging her pillow.I introduced the healer, who greeted her with her title. Her face was pale and swollen from crying, but she held herself straight when the healer entered. I stayed near the doorway while he examined her, checking the bruises, the cut on her forehead, and finally resting a careful hand over her stomach.After several long minutes, he looked up.“Mother and child are both okay,” he said quietly. “The bruises will fade. I can feel her wolf working hard. So there is no immediate danger to the pregnancy. She needs rest more than anything.”Relief hit me so hard my knees nearly buckled. I walked the healer back to the door, thanked him, and watched him leave down the corridor. When I turned around, Katarina was already coming out of the bedroom.She was still carrying her pillow under one arm, and she did not look

KATARINAWe arrived at the cells, and Cyra's father, the warrior chief, despite everything, stepped forward without hesitation. He pressed his thumb against the scanner on the first heavy door. A soft click signaled the lock's release, and my heart slammed against my ribs so hard that I thought the others would hear it.The cells were built for maximum security, so magic was layered into the stone and steel to block every scent and silence every mind-link.This was done so that even if someone dangerous were held here, their family or allies wouldn't be able to track them by smell or call to them through the bond to break them out. So the silence felt absolute the moment we stepped inside.We opened the first cell, which was empty. The second had someone, but not Alexander. I followed the elders and Aunt Nora down the long corridor, watching door after door swing open to reveal nothing but bare stone, loose silver chains, and the faint metallic scent of old blood.Each time a lock rel

KATARINAWe walked Alexander to his suite in near silence, the elders staying close until the door closed behind us. Elder Jason spoke quietly about the meeting that needed to be held to decide what would come next. But tonight, he urged us to try and rest.He left afterward with all the elders, and Aunt Nora lingered only long enough to hug us and press a soft kiss to my temple. Then she left too.The suite fell quiet except for the sound of Alexander’s uneven breathing as he stood in the middle of the living area, still streaked with blood and his eyes dark with everything he had just survived.When he finally looked at me, his voice came out low and rough. “Please don’t leave.”“I wasn’t going to,” I said, walking over to him. “Come, let's get you cleaned up.” I took his hand and led him toward the bathroom, and he followed without resistance.Inside, I turned the water on as hot as we could stand, and the first rush of heat against my skin made me shiver. I helped him out of the t

ALEXANDERNext came the matter of Cyra’s father, who had not been part of Greyson’s deeper, longer schemes. His crimes were specific—helping hide Marcus’s body and later assisting in the cover-up of the jet fire under direct orders from his Alpha.The elders discussed his fate at length, weighing loyalty against complicity, fear against duty. Some wanted harsher punishment, while others pointed out that refusing an Alpha’s command in those moments could have meant his own death or the endangerment of his family.In the end, they chose a measured path.“You are stripped of your rank as Warrior Chief, effective immediately,” Elder Jason declared, his voice carrying the finality of pack law. “You are pardoned for your part in concealing Marcus’s death and the related cover-ups, on the strict and permanent condition that you never speak of what truly happened to anyone. Not to family. Not in confidence, not even on your deathbed. If you break that silence for any reason, the pardon is voi