Todos los capítulos de The Revenge of the Alpha's Fated Luna: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Anya.The moment the words left my mouth, Nathan’s eyes lit up with hunger and desire, a kind of craving I had never seen before. His lips began to devour me, trailing down the line of my neck as his hands roamed over my body.“Is Noah asleep?” he asked, pulling back slightly, his forehead still pressed against mine, his hands gripping my waist firmly.“Y-yes…” I stammered, my breath still struggling to return after his hungry kisses.“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, tightening his hold on my waist.“I… I didn’t even know you wanted me…” I replied, instinctively clutching his shoulders.Nathan let out a low laugh. “You have no idea…” One of his hands slid up to my neck, his fingers brushing my face. “You have no idea how much I’ve held back, how hard I’ve fought this. Every time I catch your scent…” He tilted his head and buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. A shiver ran through my entire body. “It’s unbearably intoxicating.”“I don’t understand,” I said, still looking

Anya.Out of sight, out of mind.That was what people said. But being away from Nathan did nothing to help me forget him. He left for the trip with his family days after our conversation. He didn’t say goodbye to me. He didn’t even spare me a single glance of regret.I watched from the second-floor window as the cars passed through the iron gates. The moon was still visible in the pale morning sky, as if mocking the fate that had been written for me.“A coward…” I whispered, lifting my eyes toward the sky as I tried to hold back the tears. “…and a foolish, naive girl.”My broken voice wasn’t an insult. It was grief. A painful realization. We were two lovers condemned by fate: one without the courage to fight, and the other without the power to do so.The moment he left, I returned home.Unlike what Mrs. Volkov believed, those two months would not be a vacation for me. Taking care of Noah had always been easy. Taking care of my mother… that was something else entirely.Seeing the woma

The first days passed like clouds in a gray sky: slow at first glance, but gone before I could truly grasp them.I even thought about keeping track of the days, but why would I do that? To know the day I would die? The day I would have to say goodbye to my pup? The day my existence would be erased and replaced by a lie?It felt pointless.In fact, even eating the meals they brought seemed pointless. I didn’t even know why I kept feeding myself, bathing… No, actually, I did. What kept me going during those days was the same thing that made me beg Patricia for my life: my pup.Every night, I sat in the armchair by the window, watching the moon shine over the endless stretch of trees surrounding the house where I awaited my sentence. We were so deep in the forest that I couldn’t see buildings or other houses, only more and more green.On those nights, I would caress my belly and tell my pup stories. Stories my mother once told me, stories I invented about freedom, happy endings, and love

Nathan.Gone.Just like that: Anya was gone.There was no letter, no explanation, not even one last slap across my face to punish me for being a coward. She had simply disappeared.At first, I genuinely thought it was some kind of test or setup. There was no way she could vanish without leaving a trace. But as the months passed, my hopes grew weaker and weaker.Besides, I didn't have much time to investigate. The wedding consumed nearly all of my attention, and Mirella's voice, along with my mother-in-law's, echoed through my head almost every day.Flowers, decorations, and festive arrangements for a celebration I wasn't proud of and certainly didn't want to participate in.I tried focusing on the applause, the shower of rice, and the honeymoon. Mirella was attractive enough to distract me during our nights together, but not destined enough for my wolf to recognize her.She was... what I could have, not what I wanted.But as they say, you can't have everything. So I settled and let t

“Anya…” Sasha’s voice pulled me out of my trance and made me turn toward her.She stood there, slowly closing the door while staring at me as though frozen in place. Shock, concern, and a strange kind of disbelief flickered across her face.I couldn’t blame her. It was a disturbing sight: a woman covered in her own blood and in the blood of the doctor who had delivered her child.“I did it,” I said, my voice still thick with shock. “I killed him.”Sasha swallowed hard and nodded silently. A bag was slung across her chest. She grabbed it and pulled out a rope.“You’ll have to climb down,” she said, walking toward the balcony and securing the rope. “It’s not that far. We’re only on the second floor. It could be worse.”She stopped and turned back to me.I was still standing in the same place, simply following her movements with my eyes, completely numb.She took a deep breath and removed the bag.“Here.” She took off her coat and draped it over my shoulders. “I can’t give you much. Hone