All Chapters of The Revenge of the Alpha's Fated Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Anya.Three months had passed since I arrived here.Three months since my fight for survival had begun, and my entire world had become an old, isolated cabin in the middle of the forest.As I carved another mark into the wall to keep track of the days, I found myself remembering how it had all started.I woke up without knowing how long I had been unconscious.All I knew was that when darkness claimed me, it felt like an embrace. A cold, heavy, inevitable embrace that pulled me away from the pain, away from the exhaustion, away from the screams and desperate cries that still echoed through my mind.Nikolai's cries.Even while unconscious, I could feel his name burning in my chest, echoing inside my thoughts. Those few seconds when I had felt his warmth, his soft skin against mine. The brief moments when I had looked into his eyes.Those were what filled my dreams.Tiny fragments replaying in a perfect loop, comforting me and carrying me through sleep.Waking up was slow and painful.

Yuri.“I don't trust her.” Andrey repeated for what felt like the hundredth time as he paced back and forth across my office.This endless discussion about Viktorya's arrival was wearing my patience thin. Part of me understood his concern, but he'd been ranting about the same thing for nearly forty minutes now, and her place in the pack had been decided almost a month ago.“I didn't ask whether you trusted her,” I said, turning another page of a report detailing our wine trade.“You should have,” Andrey insisted, his voice growing louder and softer as he continued pacing the same stretch of floor, as though he intended to wear a trench into the wood.“She was a rogue. Relax,” I replied for what had to be the thousandth time.“I can't relax when you've welcomed a complete stranger into the pack and given her a job,” Andrey shot back, his green eyes widening dramatically.I'd always thought his face became absolutely ridiculous whenever he was about to lose his temper. His complexion

Viktorya (Anya) . As weeks went by, Yuri's presence seemed to seep deeper and deeper into my days. Part of me believed he was simply keeping an eye on the rogue who had become part of his pack, but another part found itself genuinely leaning toward Yvonne's suspicions. I never changed the way I treated him, partly because I had no patience left to waste on him or on romantic interests, and partly because if I ever decided to win him over, it would be on my own terms. I wasn't about to bend over backward or become someone eager to please him. Strangely enough, he seemed to enjoy that. Every time I answered him with my usual sharp tongue, I could swear I caught the corner of his lips twitching into a smile. Maybe that was it. Maybe he was simply tired of women throwing themselves at his feet. Viktorya certainly wasn't going to do that. The problem was that Viktorya wasn't entirely real. Beneath that name, Anya still existed, a mother, a survivor, a woman carrying enough hat

Viktorya (Anya).“So you told him you'd think about it?!” Yvonne exclaimed, her eyes wide as she stood in the doorway of my bedroom. “And you gave the Alpha an order?!”“I didn't give him an order. I simply told him where he should be if he wanted to hear my answer,” I replied as I straightened my bed, finally ready to lie down and get some sleep while she continued having a meltdown.“Vik, let me see if I got this straight.” She gestured dramatically as she slowly walked toward the bed. “The Alpha personally offered you a promotion. He came all the way to offer it himself, and instead of accepting and thanking him, you told him you'd think about it and then instructed him to come find you again in person?”I sat on the edge of the bed and shrugged, nodding to confirm her summary. Yvonne remained frozen with her mouth hanging open before letting out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping.“Alright, then it's official. He's completely fallen for you, and you're making a fool out of him.”

Viktorya (Anya).I watch, still hardly believing my eyes. What was the alpha doing in the middle of the forest on a Saturday morning? No, better yet, what was the alpha doing, alone, chasing me on a Saturday morning?As if reading my thoughts, he begins to circle me slowly, watching me all the while.“You look surprised, and a bit unsure about me,” he asks, his tone amused and equally mocking. “Do you know of other giant black wolves roaming around here?”I let out a quick, soft laugh and decide to play along. Whatever reason brought him here, I’d find out soon enough. So, I might as well enjoy it. I start walking in the opposite direction from him.“Maybe… but I wasn’t expecting to run into anyone on my morning jog,” I say as we circle each other. “You’ve disturbed my peace.”He chuckles in response and keeps walking. “I could tell you were scared.” His voice is teasing, yet still husky.“You aren’t *that* scary,” I reply, rolling my eyes.“Are you sure?” His tone is almost melodic,