All Chapters of The Luna Is Not Dead: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Alaric Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a group of people walking down the courtyard path toward us.Before anyone could catch a glimpse of her bare face, I quickly pulled off my suit jacket and draped it over her head, shielding her completely.“Let’s go back inside,” I whispered against her covered ear.She nodded quietly. Taking her hand in mine, I guided her back through the hospital doors and into the quiet safety of the VIP suite.Once we were back in the room, I helped her sit on the edge of the bed to rest. I retrieved her toothbrush and personal items from the bathroom so she could freshen up.“Stay here and rest,” I told her gently. “I’m going to grab you something to eat.”She gave me a soft nod.I headed down to the hospital’s main entrance and found a nearby café, picking up a warm meal for her. When I returned, I set it up by her bed and watched as she ate.As she finished, an awkward, heavy silence settled over the room. Neither of us said a word for several minu

SeleneMy heart was racing so fast. Cold sweat prickled my palms, and my hands shook so violently I had to press them flat against my lap beneath the table just to hide the trembling. I wanted to reach up, to clutch my mask, to check if it was still securely in place, but I couldn't even trust my fingers to hold still.Elias’s dark, sharp eyes stayed locked on me, waiting for an answer.“She has a facial scar,” Alaric’s voice broke through the silence, smoothly and entirely unbothered as he set his glass down. “She suffered an accident when she was younger, and it left a noticeable mark. She prefers to keep it covered.”Elias leaned back, his eyebrows rising in mock understanding. “Oh. I see. I was only wondering because we’re inside the packhouse. I mean, there's no one out here, so she’s entirely free to take it off.”“Let’s respect her decision,” Alaric replied, his tone laced with a quiet, sharp warning. “She doesn’t want to take it off, and that’s the end of it.”Elias offered a

SeleneWhen we finished eating, I wiped my hands on a napkin and looked across the island at Sophia.“Promise me something,” I said softly, my eyes pleading as I wore back my mask. “Promise me you won’t tell Alaric about what happened tonight, about me almost getting caught by Allie or wandering out. If he asks, just tell him everything went well.”Sophia smiled gently. “I actually waited to truthfully report to him, you know. But alright... I won't say a word.”We cleaned up our plates, slipped out of the kitchen, and walked together down the quiet, dark hallway. When we reached our doors, Sophia turned with a warm nod. “Goodnight, Selene.”“Goodnight,” I smiled back. Heading into my room, I realized my perspective of her had completely shifted. Sophia wasn't the cold, calculating threat I had made her out to be in my head.I locked the door with the key, crawled back onto the massive bed, and finally dozed off.Hours later, the faint click of the door mechanism pulled me out of my d

EliasI should never have stepped foot inside this room.Tell me why I’m hallucinating in broad daylight now. Tell me why I see her damn ghost everywhere I go. As if the nights aren't already hell. I was always dreaming about her, always watching her bleed, watching her chase me down just to tear my throat out, and now I’m seeing my late Luna sitting right inside my own room, staring straight at me.This isn't even the first time I’ve planned someone’s murder. It’s not the first time I’ve put someone in the ground. So why on earth won't she just leave me alone?I shouldn't have just left the folder on the nightstand. I should have stayed in the car when Max told me to forget about it.Hell no.“No...” I rasped, my vision blurring as I shook my head in fear, taking a step backward into the corridor.The moment she started to stand, my breath seized in my chest, and sudden, blinding panic ripped through my body.I screamed.A loud, terrified, undignified shriek tore from my throat as I

Alaric I sat across from Selene at the small dining table in our quarters, picking lazily at my dinner while my mind ran through the mountain of pack business I had spent all afternoon sorting out. But as I listened to her chaotic story of the day, I felt different types of emotions.Max and Elias breaking down the door. Elias losing his mind over a “ghost.” Sophia diving into a cover story about bleaching her own hair to protect Selene’s identity.I set my fork down, a low chuckle escaping my throat as I shook my head in disbelief. “Well, no wonder I saw Sophia earlier with platinum white hair. I wanted to ask her about it, but I figured it was a private matter.”Selene managed a soft, tired smile. “It was the only way to make Max’s suspicion drop. We had to make the lie look real.”“You both handled it remarkably well,” I said, my tone turning serious as I reached across the table to cover her hand with mine. “For now, my priority is keeping a tight grip on things from my end. We’r