All Chapters of The Phantom Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Liora smiled. But it took effort now. Visible effort.The kind that made the corners of her mouth tremble slightly if someone looked closely enough.Unfortunately for her, Luna noticed everything. Always.Richie still held the tiny silver wolf carefully in both hands, completely fascinated as it moved across his fingers with soft mechanical clicks.“It responds to temperature,” Luna explained quietly. “Watch.”Richie breathed warm air against it. The wolf’s tiny eyes glowed blue. His mouth fell open. “That’s so cool.”The pure excitement in his voice sliced straight through Desmond. Because Richie hadn’t sounded that openly happy around anyone in a long time. Not even him. And definitely not Liora.Liora immediately stepped closer. “Richie, sweetheart, be careful,” she said gently. “It looks expensive.”Richie instinctively pulled the little wolf slightly away from her touch.The movement lasted less than a second. But Luna saw it. So did Alexander.And judging by the sudden stiffness

The conference room on the forty-second floor of HexaTech Tower was silent except for the soft hum of the projector.Luna stood at the head of the table in a black silk blouse tucked into high-waisted trousers, one hand resting lightly against the polished glass surface. Behind her, screens displayed maps, financial projections, and surveillance stills from the Crimson Fang territory.Every executive in the room watched her carefully. Not because she was loud, not because she demanded attention but because she didn’t have to.“Crimson Fang’s laundering routes pass through four shell corporations,” Luna said calmly. “Three of them are already compromised.”A middle-aged board member frowned. “And the fourth?”Luna clicked the remote. A photograph appeared on the screen, a casino, a silver eclipse, and Monte Carlo.“Owned under a false identity,” she said. “But ultimately controlled by Viktor Soren.”The room shifted uneasily at the name. Even humans knew Viktor Soren. Arms dealer, crim

For one second, the world stopped. Rain hammered against the ground, and gunfire echoed somewhere deep in the trees. But Luna heard none of it. All she saw was Elias collapsing at her feet.Blood spread rapidly through the mud beneath him. Her hands caught him instinctively before he hit the ground completely.“Elias.” His name came out quieter than expected. Not emotional, not broken, just stunned.Elias coughed violently. Blood spilled from his mouth. “Phantom…” His remaining eye struggled to focus on her face.Luna pressed both hands against the wound even though she already knew the blade had gone directly through the heart. An execution. “Stay with me.”Elias laughed weakly at that. A wet, choking sound. “You always say that,” he whispered.Rain soaked through his dark hair. His body trembled once beneath her hands. Then again.Luna’s chest tightened painfully. Because suddenly she remembered, five years ago.A younger Elias was sitting across from her in a Tokyo safehouse eatin

The nightmare always began with silver blood.The smell hit first like burning metal and rotting flesh and then came the sound. The gunshot.Luna jerked violently as pain exploded through her chest all over again. She remembered every second. The silver bullet ripping through skin and Desmond shouting her name. Her wolf was screaming inside her head. Then endless darkness.In the dream, she was back in the hospital bed again. Weak and dying. Ophelia stood over her with disgust in her eyes. “A Luna’s purpose is to give heirs.”Marcus stood beside her like a silent executioner. “You’d better survive childbirth.” Then Desmond, standing at the foot of the bed, looked trapped instead of concerned, looking inconvenienced. Not once touching her hand, didn’t even try to kiss her forehead, or even say thank you for onceThe dream shifted. Pain tore through her stomach, it was childbirth. Her wolf crying louder and louder until suddenly, silence.. That silence had haunted Luna for years.The e

The rain didn’t stop. It battered the penthouse windows like fists trying to get inside.Luna stood motionless near the glass, phone still in Alexander’s hand, every nerve in her body pulled tight enough to snap. Phantom. Nobody had called her that in five years. Not like that, not with recognition, and not with certainty.Alexander watched her carefully. His instincts had shifted completely now. She could feel it. The predator in him had surfaced fully—not because he wanted to attack her.Because he sensed danger around her, toward her. And somehow, that was worse. “Talk to me,” he said quietly.Luna laughed once under her breath. Sharp. “That’s usually the part where people run.” “I don’t.”“No,” she murmured. “You really don’t.”Alexander moved closer slowly, like approaching something wounded enough to bite. “What is the Ghost Sector?”Luna looked down at the city. At the millions of lights beneath the storm. At the life she’d built far away from blood and shadows and monsters.An