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Luna continued, voice almost a whisper, “‘Because those you begged Me to change had already made their choice. And I do not unravel free will just because it breaks My heart.’” Shame punched through me. My stomach turned. “That ‘choice’ She meant,” Luna added, watching me, “was you.” My throat closed. “I know,” I managed. “And now?” she asked softly. “Why are you here now, Orion? To tell me you… regret it? That you’re sorry? Make yourself feel a little better before the next crisis crashes down?” Her words were sharp. They cut where they should. I stepped closer. Slow. Deliberate.

Andora grinned loosely and leaned her body against the edge of the table. "I will be representing the feelings of your people from NorthWulf, Rondolf," Andora said. She ignored Rondolf's complaints. Rondolf fell silent as Andora approached him. "Luna is no saint," Andora muttered as she approached Rondolf. She sounded mellow, and her voice was soft. But that voice pierced deep into Rondolf's heart. "Luna has destroyed the prophecy." Andora was getting crazier. "Luna is illegitimate."

Then quietly, “I made mistakes.” Jennifer looked down immediately, pretending not to hear. Luna walked toward the windows slowly. “Mistakes are forgetting anniversaries.” Her reflection stared back at her in the glass. “Cheating on your wife in her own bed while your son sleeps upstairs is a choice.” Desmond exhaled shakily. “I know I hurt you.” “No,” Luna corrected softly. “You destroyed me.” The line went silent. For a moment, she thought he’d hung up. Then, “I didn’t know.”

"This lipstick is very suitable for you, but I don't like it. Thank you for secretly giving it to me." "By the way, in regards to the matter of me pursuing your boyfriend, I would like to express my apology. He lied to me that he was single before this. If you don't believe me, I have evidence to prove my words. That's all from my side. I hope the two of you will stop seeking trouble with me." After saying that, Luna placed her hand into her pocket and left, leaving behind Justin and Anne to receive their punishment in the office. Everyone almost could not believe their eyes when they saw Luna returning unscathed. They attempted to listen to the inside story from her, but unfortunately, she

She said bitterly as if something about it was personal to her. I didn’t have time to find out her personal issue, so I used my aura to get the answer I was looking for. "Why was my Luna admitted here for approximately thirty hours?" I asked. I saw her fighting against my command until her wolf responded. "She had a miscarriage," * #TBC

But before I could fully process it, Luna came to see me in person. "Joseph, I'm sorry. I didn't realize how much you've done for me," she said, her voice filled with regret. "I've always been the one in the wrong. I didn't know how to draw the line with my male friends. Sending flowers to Hugo was his idea, actually. He suggested it to create traction to attract sponsors, and you'd get a cut of the earnings too. And that bouquet of lisianthus, it symbolizes eternal, sincere love," Luna continued, her voice pleading. "I love you, Joseph. Let's start over. I'll keep my distance from Hugo." She looked at me, hoping that I'd change my mind.

" My throat closed up. I didn't try to fight back. I couldn't. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I don't even know how to get it right. I just… I have to see her. Please. Let me make this right. Let me try." The Luna's eyes flared with something like pain… and fury. "You think words are going to fix this?" she spat. "You think standing there with regret will restore what you destroyed?" No, I whispered. "But it's all I have." She moved in closer, her voice lowering.

' Luna says retreating again. "I'm on my own it seems" she whispers with tears slowly running down her face mixing with her blood. She miss Landon and Jarek. She pushed them both away now she will never see them again. Her insecurities and anger clouded her judgement and she will never get the chance to fix it. She will never be able to work on herself, making herself stonger. She is losing Luna and Aurora and itbscares the hell out of her. She can't imagine not having them in her mind, not feeling them stir. She wanted to know so much more of her new world. This waste of a man ripped everything from her. What has she ever done to deserve this?

They looked confused at first, but when they saw her tear-stained face, they turned toward me with wary eyes. “This is all a mistake,” I gasped, trying to explain, trying to find someone who might believe me. “She’s lying—she’s been trying to destroy me since day one—” "Enough," the Luna said softly, cutting through my voice with sharp finality. “I didn’t want it to come to this.” She pulled out her phone from her clutch. Her polished fingers tapped it with practiced ease. Then she held it up and pressed play. My voice filled the room.

“If you weren’t pregnant, I would have thrown you into the cells without food or water.” Without another word, Xavier turns around and walks out of the room, leaving me standing there shattered and the moment the door closes behind him, my knees finally give out and I collapse onto the floor crying. The fact that he called Bianca his Luna hurts more than I ever imagined it would because deep down, despite all the hatred and rejection, some foolish part of me had still held onto the title fate had given me. I can’t understand how my life became this miserable or what I had done that was so unforgivable that the goddess herself seems determined to punish me endlessly.