All Chapters of The Loathed Luna: A Sister's Substitute : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

KATARINA My body still tingled with the aftershocks of what had happened outside, as I slipped back inside the gym. Alexander sat on the bench press in the far corner, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor. He straightened up the moment I entered, his sharp gaze finding mine in the dim light. “I think I should be heading home,” I said softly, offering a small smile. “But… I’ll stay if you need company. I don’t mind.”He stood quickly, stepping closer. “No, I don’t need company. You should go and get some rest.”I nodded, understanding that he needed space after everything we’d shared. We moved toward each other at the same time and wrapped our arms around one another in a long, heartfelt hug. And I held him a little tighter than necessary, breathing him in, before finally pulling back.“Goodnight,” I whispered.“Goodnight,” he replied with a voice rough around the edges.I gave him one last lingering look, then turned and left the gym. The walk back to the main house felt diffe

GREYSONMy mind went blank for a moment as I stared at Alexander, words stuck in my throat. I tried to explain to him that it wasn't what it sounded like, even though it was. But nothing came out correctly, and I only managed to say a few broken words before everything exploded.Alexander stood in the doorway one second and the next he lunged at Cyra. She screamed, the sound reverberating throughout the house as blood poured from her mouth. Alexander had pushed his hand into her chest, and everything happened too quickly.“No!"I reacted instinctively, reaching Alexander just as he drew back to rip out her heart, and a sharp crack echoed throughout the room before his body collapsed. I had snapped his neck and caught him, tumbling with him as he collapsed on top of Cyra, his arm still buried in her wound.For one terrifying second, no one moved, and my hands shook as I got to my knees and pulled Alexander's arm free. Cyra gasped and trembled as fresh blood poured from her chest, makin

KATARINAI was still standing in the living room, trying not to let my imagination run wild, when I finally heard the suite door open. Relief rushed through me, and I hurried toward the entrance.“Greyson."The word left me before I even reached him, and I searched his face the moment I stopped in front of him. “Is everything okay?"He answered yes. But the moment I looked into his eyes, I knew something wasn't right. He looked exhausted. His face was drawn, and there was a heaviness about him that hadn't been there this morning.Concern tightened in my chest, and I stepped closer and asked again if he was sure. This time, he looked at me for a brief second before quietly telling me it was nothing I needed to worry about.So there was something? Just not for me to worry about? That didn't make me feel better. But I didn't push. I'd learned by now that pushing didn't help. So instead, I opened my mouth to ask another question, wondering whether he was even still going to the summit. Bu

CYRAGreyson spoke again at that very moment before I could even comprehend what he had said. He explained that he wanted both Katarina and me to be his wives, and I staggered. He said that way we could all stay together, and I just stared at him. I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and my heart seemed to stop completely.Was that really what he thought I deserved? To share him? To spend the rest of my life watching him love another woman? After everything we've been through? All the sacrifices I've made? That he's made? I slowly turned away from him. I couldn't even look at him anymore, and my voice shook as I told him to get out. For a long moment, neither of us moved. Then I heard him get up. He started to walk toward the door, but stopped short of getting there.He quietly told me he loved me. He said that once the summit was over, he would tell Katarina the truth about us, and then he walked out. The door clicked shut behind him, and I screamed, the sound echoing through the

GREYSONKatarina's hand rested in mine as we walked back to the summit. She was glad I had spoken with Cyra, and her steps were light despite the long day we had already had.She spoke softly about one of our earlier discussions, something about trade routes through the northern territories, but my mind was elsewhere, replaying the scene in Cyra's suite on repeat. I couldn't get rid of the image of her eyes, which were dark with intent when I walked in. And once again, I realized the danger I had put Katarina in. As we approached the grand hall, I gently squeezed her hand and slowed down. “Go ahead inside. I’ll be right behind you. I need a moment to handle something.” Concern flickered across her beautiful face, but she didn’t press. She never did when I asked for space. “Alright. Don’t be long.” She rose onto her toes and brushed a quick kiss against my cheek before slipping through the doors. The moment she disappeared inside, I pulled out my phone and stepped off to the side,