All Chapters of The Loathed Luna: A Sister's Substitute : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CYRAThe moment the door closed behind Katarina, the mask I had forced onto my face shattered. I stood frozen in the middle of my sitting room, staring at the sunflowers she had sent me. They were three days old now, wilted, drooping, petals turning brown at the edges, just like everything else in my life.My hands began to shake, then my entire body.“He took her away for the weekend…” I whispered, my voice cracking. “To our place. He'd always said he wanted to take me there, and now he’s taking her to the biggest summit of the year. He paraded her around as if he hadn't just shattered my world. Yes, I hurt him, but he knew I loved him.”A harsh, broken sound tore from my throat, and I grabbed the dirty sunflowers and hurled them through the window as I dropped to my knees in the middle of the room, chest heaving.I recalled how that weak, pathetic omega had smiled while telling me how Greyson was falling for her. How happy they were. How he was finally treating her like a real wife,

CYRAI followed Greyson through the dark roads until the familiar streets thinned out, giving way to rougher, quieter edges of the city. It was then that it became clear where he was going—Human’s Ville.I frowned as I kept driving. What was he doing here? Greyson never came here unless he had no other choice. He didn’t like it, didn’t trust it, and he especially didn’t mix business in places like this.I slowed as he turned off the main road and watched him pull into a narrow street lined with dim lights and closed shops, then finally stopped in front of an old establishment that looked half-alive at best.I stayed back as he parked and then got out. Looking around, I quickly pulled into a shadowed space a short distance away and watched him walk toward the entrance.I waited until he disappeared inside before I moved. Then I got out too. Keeping to the dark edges of the street, I moved closer, careful with every step. The building had a dull glow inside that barely spilled onto the

KATARINAThere was a brief pause on the other end before Cyra spoke, and rather than responding, she asked if I was all right.I frowned. “Yes. Why?"She claimed I sounded off. “Like… worried. Or something." I closed my eyes briefly, realizing that my anxiety had spilled into my voice without my realizing.“I'm fine. I'm just... worried about Greyson."Cyra's voice immediately softened, and she asked why. “Is Greyson OK?"“I don't know. He left for a last-minute meeting with a client about five hours ago and is still not home." I glanced back at the front door as I spoke, as if opening up to Cyra would cause him to appear in the doorway. “I know I probably shouldn't be concerned," I said quietly. “He's probably fine. But I can't help but feel bad in the back of my mind."“I understand. Have you tried to call him?" She asked, and I told her I had and how it went. I heard her inhale softly, as if she were going to say something, but I spoke first.“Do you need anything?" I asked since s

GREYSON I didn't go home as Cyra said. I drove past the turnoff to the stronghold and kept going. My mind felt like it was being torn apart from the inside, and there was no rest left in me.Every answer I thought I had ever possessed was gone, and every certainty had crumbled. There was only one place left I could think of going—the seer.I had no idea what time it was when I arrived, and I didn't remember most of the drive. I only remembered stopping the car and climbing out. I was still bloodied, as I had not showered and wiped myself down instead. I also had no shirt on, and I was barefoot. The elevator felt like it took too long before I finally arrived and knocked—or more accurately, pounded against the door. The door opened almost immediately as if she had been waiting. She didn't flinch at the sight of me and instead stepped aside. I entered, the familiar scent of herbs and smoke filling the room as I stumbled toward one of the chairs and sank into it.The seer disappeared

GREYSONI tossed and turned on the bed, again back at my old suite. The sheets felt like sandpaper against my skin, and no matter how many times I flipped the pillow, sleep refused to come. Every time I closed my eyes, the memories slammed into me like fists: Marcus’s face twisting in shock as I ripped out his heart and the words that had shattered my entire world—I am your father. The blind rage that followed and the way his sons had emerged from the shadows like vengeful ghosts.Then I recalled the seer's words that I was a curse, that my father cursed himself by choosing me. I sat up abruptly, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed while my heart hammered against my ribs. It was now past four in the morning, and I knew Katarina would be losing her mind by now, waiting for me in our bed. I'd tried to go to her, but I still couldn't, and I knew I should have called. But I couldn't do that either. Her voice was too soft and loving; I knew I would have broken down if I had heard