บททั้งหมดของ Wish Granted: No Longer Your Luna: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Ella's POVEdgar looked like his eyes were about to pop clean out of his skull."What? You're... you're with Crescent News Network?" He snatched the press badge dangling from her neck, flipping it over and over to inspect it."I wasn't told you people were coming for a feature. You better pray this ID is legit, because impersonating a journalist is a felony on its own!"Before the last word even left his mouth, a convoy of black SUVs pulled up right across the street from the school.The doors flew open, and a mob of people spilled out, practically tripping over each other as they sprinted straight toward me."Thank God! You must be Ella Winters, right? We finally found you—I'm with Werewolf Pioneer!"Before he could finish, another he-wolf shoved him aside, shoving a mic right in my face. "I'm with Moonrise Media! Ella, can we get an exclusive with you right now?"In a heartbeat, I was swallowed by a wall of dozens of re

Ella's POVHe reached out and tapped the corner of Lily's file in my hand, his eyes narrowing into slits."What about it now? I gave you a chance. Do yourself a favor and drop the whole 'dignity' act."Facing his relentless provocation, my inner wolf slowly rose to its feet inside my chest, clawing desperately at the edges of my mind, begging to take over my body.I couldn't afford to snap right here, right now. I forced myself to take a few deep breaths, choking down the feral surge.I raised my eyes to meet his, my voice dead quiet."I've thought this through completely."The noise around us instantly died down to a pin-drop silence."Even if you change your mind and beg me to let my daughter come back to school, there is no way in hell I'd agree to it."With dozens of cameras rolling, I didn't leave him an ounce of grace.Edgar's face cycled through shades of pale and flushed, his breathing completely ragged.

Ella's POVA she-wolf's face instantly went dark at my words."I'm the Luna of the Ashfire Pack. You want me to post an apology online? Do you even know who you're talking to?"As she spoke, someone beside her grabbed her arm, silently warning her to stop.She shoved that hand away, staring daggers at me."Ella, I'd advise you not to let a little competition win go to your head. Don't be so naive. Public opinion might favor you today, but in a few days, it can just as easily tear you apart. And when that day comes, who do you think is going to stand by your side?""Are you saying," I replied, "that my daughter did nothing wrong yet was slapped with an expulsion order, and I shouldn't stand up for basic fairness?""Even if we apologize now, you just got Edgar fired today. He'll find a way to smear and spread rumors about you on the werewolf forums anyway."I straightened my collar and walked toward her step by step. My wolf was barely containing her explosive rage, a low, warning growl

Ella's POVAnother anonymous account chimed in with a new conspiracy theory.James's academic credentials had flatlined over recent years, and he was desperately hunting for a pharmacological miracle to salvage his reputation. Naturally, he engineered the whole cheating scandal to shove me onto a pedestal I could never reach on my own.The comment section was already flooded with an organized petition.Dozens of rival contestants signed their names demanding my score be wiped out, arguing that "a housewife has zero business stepping onto this stage, and background checks should have screened her out during registration."The apology statements posted earlier that day by those mothers had vanished without a trace, wiped clean."Is the competition even fair?" The string of blood-red characters blared across my phone screen, searing into my eyes in the pitch-black room.A bone-chilling draft crawled up from the soles of my feet straight

Ella's POVThen Chloe's bright, uninhibited laughter had rang through the phone."Damien, who was that? Why do you look so serious? Come on! Have another glass of whiskey with me!""Nothing. Just a scam call," Damien had replied.Then he'd hung up.My tears had spilled over, splashing onto the back of my hand.That night, I'd carried my laptop to every repair shop in San Francisco. Every owner had given me the same answer: it couldn't be fixed.I'd sat alone in the downtown square, staring blankly at the endless stream of people passing by. My mind had kept drifting back to my college days—to the countless hours I'd spent in the laboratory.Not long after, Margaret had called."Did you even check the time? You should've been making dinner by now! Where the hell are you? Noah's throwing a tantrum because he misses you! Get back here immediately!" she'd snapped.I'd curled up on the bench, wrapping my arms aro