Semua Bab Luna Redemption: Bab 51 - Bab 60

AUTHOR’S POVMidnight shadows clung to the cold concrete walls of the Gaunt pack dungeon. High above the damp floor, a metal ventilation grate slid quietly out of its frame. The deadly mercenary, known only as Silas in the underground circuit, lowered himself into the dim hallway without making a single sound. For him, this was not a rescue mission built on human emotion or moral duty. It was simply a highly paid job. He viewed the entire infiltration like a computer processing raw data, calculating risks and angles with absolute zero hesitation.Humming softly in the ceiling, dirty fluorescent lights cast long, distorted shadows across the stone floor. Silas checked the glowing dial of his tactical watch. He had exactly four minutes before the outer perimeter guards circled back around the compound. Moving like an absolute shadow, he crept down the freezing corridor. He kept his breathing shallow and his boots perfectly light against the concrete.Around the first dark corner, a h

AUTHOR’S POVMiles away from the safety of the Northern territory, Chandler sat behind his metal desk inside the Gaunt pack office. Late afternoon shadows stretched across the floor. He rubbed his temples with his fingers, trying to fight off a massive, pounding headache. The past few days had been a complete nightmare, and his stress levels were dangerously high.A sharp knock sounded at the door. Before he could answer, his secretary hurried into the room. She looked incredibly nervous, clutching a thick stack of manila folders to her chest."Not right now," Chandler grunted, waving a hand to dismiss her. "I am busy, and I have a terrible headache. Leave whatever it is on the table outside.""Alpha, I am so sorry, but this cannot wait," the secretary insisted, stepping closer to the desk. "The matter is highly urgent. You need to look at these reports immediately.Sighing heavily, Chandler dropped his hands and sat up straight. "Fine. What is it?"She placed the heavy stack of finan

AUTHOR’S POV Late that evening, Chandler pushed open the heavy mahogany doors to his private living quarters. Physical exhaustion dragged heavily at his broad shoulders. Dealing with the missing invoices and angry construction vendors all day had drained his patience entirely. Walking into the living room, he found Yvonne sitting on the edge of the velvet couch. She stared blankly at the dark hardwood floor, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Assuming she was still obsessing over Tracy’s successful escape, Chandler let out a harsh, tired sigh. "Drop it, Yvonne," he ordered bluntly. "I don't have the energy to deal with your paranoia tonight. Calm down and go to sleep." His dismissive tone acted like a lit match dropped directly into a pool of gasoline. Snapping her head up, Yvonne glared at him with pure, unadulterated fury. "Don't tell me to calm down!" she screamed, jumping quickly to her feet. "You are completely failing to control this territory! You let your ex-wife

TRACY Sean made good on his promise to support my complete independence. Finding a great apartment downtown usually took several weeks, but he leveraged his massive corporate connections to secure a fully furnished, modern unit in just two days. He paid the lease upfront for an entire year using a dummy corporate account so Chandler could never track the paper trail. Also, he made sure the kitchen was fully stocked with fresh groceries. He bought every single piece of electronic equipment I needed to work from home, including a high-speed router, a dual-monitor desktop setup, and a secure server tower.Waking up in that quiet, sunlit space this morning felt absolutely incredible. For the first time in years, I rolled out of bed feeling like a capable, independent adult instead of a terrified prisoner. Getting dressed quickly, I put on a smart, tailored navy blue business suit and a crisp white blouse. I grabbed my leather laptop bag, locked my new apartment door, and drove my small

AUTHOR’S POV“You have a phone call from…” Came the robotic voice from the phone on the nightstand.Looking down at the digital screen, she saw an unlisted city number flashing brightly. She picked up the device and answered the call immediately, knowing exactly who was on the other end of the line."I have the exact address you requested," the underground informant stated plainly through the speaker. "Tracy signed a commercial lease for a downtown apartment on 4th Street. She is currently living there completely alone."A cold, wicked smile spread across Yvonne's face. "Excellent work. Your payment will be wired to your dummy account by noon today."Hanging up the phone, she quickly opened her contacts. She dialed the two rugged mercenaries she had hired earlier in the week. The line rang twice before a man named Brick answered with a rough, annoyed grunt."Your job just became much easier today," Yvonne announced. Her voice sounded completely devoid of basic human empathy. "Tracy is