All Chapters of Kill The Luna : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Tristen buried his face directly against the tops of my shoes, his entire body trembling violently with raw, uncontainable emotion. Heavy, hot tears poured from his eyes, soaking through the thin fabric of his sleeves as his ragged sobs echoed off the low wooden ceiling of his shop. "I am so deeply sorry, Luna Fedora!" he wept out desperately, his voice cracking with pure remorse. "I am so terribly sorry for treating you so poorly when you came to my door! I am so sorry for speaking bad words to you and doubting you... I truly do not deserve a single piece of this massive blessing! I am not even worthy to lay my hands on your feet!" A soft, gentle smile spread across my lips as I looked down at him. I leaned down slightly, resting my hand lightly against his trembling shoulder. "That is absolutely not true, Tristen," I assured him, my voice warm and steady. "You were actually very kind to me. If it had not been for you opening your door to me when I was completely stranded, I would

One of the store clerks hurried over, holding a sleek, unopened box, and handed it directly to the store manager. The manager smiled warmly, her hands working fast to peel off the plastic wrapping and open the box right in front of us. While she was busy opening the package, Michael leaned over the small wooden table and picked up one of the glass beer bottles. Without even looking around for a bottle opener, he gripped the tight metal cap with his bare fingers and popped it right off with a loud, sharp crack. My jaw dropped in total shock as I watched him do it so effortlessly. A thick layer of white foam burst out from the top of the bottle, spilling over his knuckles and dripping onto the tile floorboards, but Michael didn't care at all. He raised the bottle to his lips and chugged the heavy drink down in a few long, deep gulps, finishing the entire bottle in a single breath. He set the empty glass down on the table with a soft clink and reached out his hand toward the manager to

Michael took a few slow, deliberate steps toward the stylist, his imposing figure filling the room as his sharp gaze locked onto her. "I want something completely exceptional today," he instructed, his deep voice smooth yet commanding. "I want you to put together the absolute finest work you have ever done in your entire career, and I want the most expensive options you have in this salon. I might not know all the technical names for these beauty treatments, but I want her looking immaculate—get her fitted in the best luxury wigs, apply long eyelashes, do her nails, and handle everything else. Just make sure she steps out of that chair looking every bit like the true Luna she is." The stylist’s eyes lit up with professional excitement, a wide, confident smile spreading across her face as she reached for a silky cape hanging on the rack. She draped the smooth fabric around my shoulders, fastening it neatly at the back of my neck. "I know precisely what you are looking for, Alpha," she

I froze in my tracks, my shoulders tensing up instantly as the familiar sound of that voice echoed through the air. I slowly turned my head around, and my heart sank straight into my stomach. It was Lucy. Oh, great... not this insufferable witch again, I thought to myself, letting out a silent, bitter groan. I had been having such a wonderful, peaceful time with Michael all afternoon, and now she was here to ruin every single bit of my good mood. Before I could even step back or put up a wall, Lucy rushed forward with a high-pitched gasp, throwing her arms tightly around my neck to pull me into an overly dramatic hug. I stood completely rigid in her embrace, holding my arms stiffly at my sides as I struggled to hide my true disgust behind a calm, blank mask. Michael stood right beside us, his tall, broad frame remaining completely motionless as his sharp eyes locked onto her with total suspicion. Lucy pulled back, resting her hands lightly on my shoulders while flashing a bright,

The sales clerk immediately raised her arm, pointing her manicured hand toward a grand set of double doors near the back of the building. She bowed her head with utmost respect, her face lighting up with excitement as she directed us toward the exclusive area. "The most expensive dress to ever exist in this entire region is kept inside our private VIP showroom right through those doors, my Lady!" My brows pulled together in confusion, and I turned my head to look at Lucy as the two of us began walking toward the grand entrance. "Why on earth are you asking about the most expensive dress in this place, Lucy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in genuine skepticism. "Are you secretly planning on buying it for yourself?" Lucy let out a light, airy laugh, shaking her head as she adjusted her posture beside me. "No, silly girl! I am planning on buying it directly for you!" I stopped dead in my tracks, my jaw dropping slightly as I stared at her in total disbelief before resuming our walk. "Lu