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“Maybe it’s dangerous. But it’s also an opportunity—one we might never get again. A chance to bridge werewolves and devils instead of tearing each other apart.” I stared at her for a long moment. The conviction in her voice, the calm in her eyes—it was the kind of strength you didn’t need to shout to make people hear. “You’re a good Luna,” I said finally. My voice came out lower than I intended. “Better than I deserve. And I’m proud of you.” She smiled. Goddess, she was beautiful. “Even when I don’t agree with you?” “Especially then,” I murmured. I stepped closer, tilting her chin up, and kissed her.

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‘Or we could burn it to be safe. I hesitated only for a moment and then opened the envelope and unfolded the letter inside. Congratulations, Luna Talia, for gaining Bloodmoon’s approval. I was delighted to hear you are living up to expectations. Looking forward to meeting you soon, Your Dear Friend “What does it say?” Della asked and I handed her the letter. She and Marco read it and then sniffed it. “There’s no scent on it. And who is “your dear friend”? Nolan extended his hand, and Della passed the letter to him. He read it silently.

“Ones they haven’t heard from a Luna before.” Lyra glanced toward the hallway again. Luna snored, soft and steady. Under Lyra’s breastbone, the bond hummed, off‑key and insistent, threaded now through two hearts instead of just one and a half. She picked up Park’s draft again and set her stylus to the next clause. If Chapter Eighty‑Four had given Aiden his first sight of Luna, Chapter Eighty‑Five was going to make sure that sight didn’t translate into automatic rights.

Because he was right. I was chosen. By myself first. And then by him. The world once called me the dying Luna. The one who lost everything. The one who was supposed to disappear. But they were wrong. Because I was never a story about what was taken from me. It was a story about what I survived. What I rebuilt. What I became. I looked at the sacred ground one final time. And I finally understood. I was never the dying Luna… I was the one who refused to stay dead.

Luna recounted bitterly, her voice tinged with disbelief and hurt. “Do you have any idea where he went?” she asked me, desperation evident in her tone. I shook my head in response, feeling a surge of frustration at Chase’s mysterious disappearance. “That fucking slut, Sera. She sent me a selfie,” Luna exclaimed, her voice cracking as tears welled up in her eyes once more. Her phone rang again, displaying Chase’s name on the screen. Before I could react, Luna flung her phone to the ground, the sound of shattering glass echoing through the silence of the terrace.

An assistant jogged up with a card, handing it to Luna with an apologetic bow. She opened it. I can't undo yesterday. So I bought tomorrow's light. — K Luna read it twice. Then she laughed. Not a soft, polite laugh. Not a dismissive snort. A full, bright, unrestrained laugh that echoed across the courtyard and probably reached the ridge where Kael was undoubtedly watching. Dante looked down at her, his dark eyes warm with satisfaction. "Good. That's the correct response." "Is he serious?" she managed between giggles. "He bought a sun. A whole additional sun."

I couldn’t blame him. And then it happened. Kane stepped forward and laid the ancient book on the table. The legendary Luna,written in moonstone ink and consist of the four powers. Only a true Luna could open the book and view the readings. Sophia touched the book and opened it. She wasn't thrown back with force from the book,she read every details in it. No burn. No rejection. No resistance. Just silence. The room shifted. They all sat upright, as if waking from a trance. Regret painted their faces,ugly, slow, and too late. I saw it in the way their eyes flicked toward her empty seat, the very one they once said she didn’t deserve.

Luna who stood quiet the whole time muttered under her breath as she matched into the house. “Did I hear you say something?" Jane's voice could be heard from the corridor “No Ma'am, not at all" Luna, who didn't know she thought out loud, denied and rushed into the kitchen to wash the dishes. Luna after washing the dishes and cleaning the house in the small wooden chair in the corner of the corridor. She brought out the piece of paper, her hand trembling as she stared at the figures. The figures seemed to mock her. She read it again, this time slowly as if somehow the amount would change, or maybe a miracle might happen if she just looked hard enough. All she needed right now was a miracle, b

"It's a good day for Liana, we shouldn't ruin it for her. Can't you see how happy she's whenever she's with Kenziel?" "But Klaus is more stronger than Kenziel and he's already an alpha while Kenziel is yet to be one..." The second Lady rambled on. "—if I were in her shoes, I would have chosen Klaus a million times, yeah!" "To Liana, the soon-to-be Luna of Alpha Kenziel, and Dark Knight pack." Afraid that those words might hurt Liana, the blonde one toasts, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Cheers to your new happiness, Liana!"