All Chapters of Runaway Luna is Hiding the Alpha's Heir: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

PierceSince it had already come to this, I saw no reason to keep hiding the truth from them, especially when Niklaus and Caleb had already managed to piece together enough on their own that continuing to lie would only create more problems.“She is Ren’s mother,” I said, dropping the first truth into the room before Jane could ask another question.Jane’s expression changed immediately, her lips parting in surprise, but I didn’t give her enough time to recover before adding the second.“And she is my mate.”For the first time that evening, Niklaus’s carefully controlled expression cracked. The change was subtle, barely more than a slight widening of his eyes, but I knew my brother well enough to recognize genuine surprise when I saw it.Caleb, on the other hand, let out a long whistle from the sofa.I turned my glare toward him.The bastard only grinned wider, looking far too pleased with himself after all the chaos he had caused tonight.I would deal with that motherfucker later.At

RuelleI woke the next morning feeling strangely lighter than I had expected after everything that happened the night before. It must have been the exhaustion that made me sleep better than usual.Between Caleb dragging me into the celebration, half the ballroom staring at me, Niklaus and Pierce nearly tearing into each other afterward, and Pierce appearing inside my room with murder still burning in his eyes, my mind had simply reached its limit and shut itself down the moment my head touched the pillow.When I entered Ren’s room, I found him already awake and sitting against the headboard with his blanket pooled around his waist, his dark hair sticking up in several directions.The moment he saw me, his face brightened. “Mom.”I smiled and closed the door behind me before walking toward the bed. “Good morning.”He immediately reached for me, and I sat beside him while he wrapped his arms around my waist.“Grandpa brought me here last night,” he said. “He stayed until I fell asleep.”

RuelleI didn’t know how I managed to survive that suffocating breakfast without completely losing my composure, especially when even the servants standing along the walls couldn’t hide their surprise no matter how carefully they tried to maintain their professional expressions.I even caught the slightest widening of Tony’s eyes, which was probably the closest the man had ever come to openly displaying shock.Something was definitely wrong.“What is happening?”The question had been burning inside my head throughout the entire meal, so the moment breakfast ended and Pierce left for his study, I followed him.He barely seemed surprised when I entered after him.“Why have I suddenly been promoted to guest?” I demanded as the door closed behind me. “And why is your cousin suddenly acting all friendly?”Pierce walked calmly toward his desk, gathered several documents scattered across its surface, and began sorting through them.My eyes narrowed. “Did you tell them something?”“Niklaus an

RuelleBefore Pierce could say anything else, I followed him.He entered the room, walked ahead of me toward the large desk occupying one corner of the room while I closed the door behind us, still wondering what it was he needed me to take a look.Pierce opened one of the lower drawers, retrieved a thick book wrapped in dark leather, then placed it on the desk.“Take a look at this and tell me if you can read it.”I frowned before accepting the book from him.The leather cover was so old that the edges had begun to crack, and there was no title stamped across the front or along the spine. Even the binding looked fragile enough that I instinctively handled it with more care.“What is this?”“You tell me.”I frowned and opened the book.The moment I saw the first page, my curiosity sharpened.Lines of unfamiliar-looking symbols filled the yellowed paper, written in faded black ink with occasional diagrams drawn along the margins. To most people, the characters probably looked like mean

Ruelle“This book contains several kinds of illusion curses, but almost all of them seem to revolve around a person’s…” I paused, searching for a word that would not make the conversation more uncomfortable than necessary. “Desires.”Pierce leaned back slightly in his chair, his attention shifting from the council report in his hand to the page beneath my fingers.“The first case appeared a little over a week ago,” he said. “A young woman from one of the influential families in the city went to sleep and never woke up, although every examination showed that there was nothing physically wrong with her.”I frowned and continued scanning the ancient writing.“At first, the council assumed it was some kind of illness, but then another woman fell into the same condition, followed by three more within days.” His expression hardened. “Once I ordered a proper investigation, we discovered they had all been visiting the same shop before they stopped waking.”“And the witch was operating from the