Novel & Cerita Who Did Luna Kill On Bold And Beautiful

But the rational part of my brain was drowning under the weight of emotion. "He was at my first mating ceremony," I said, the memory surfacing unbidden. "Stood beside me when I took my Luna. Promised to protect her like she was his own blood." Aria went very still. "The Luna who was murdered." "Yes." The pieces were clicking together, forming a picture I didn't want to see. "He...he could have been the one who killed her." Her eyes widened. "You don't know that for certain." "Don't I?" I turned to face her fully. "The attack that killed my Luna happened at night. Someone let the raiders in. Disabled the defenses. Led them straight to the family quarters where the women were sleeping."

I knew that he would never believe her, and while I did my best to maintain my composure, the laugh that I let out was louder than I intended. “Do you really think that asshole did anything to me? Trust me, the only person who ever touched me was Anders, and he will only ever be the one to touch me.” I took two steps forward, fully stepping out from the trees. “It is funny to me how you bring that up, but you don’t mention that I killed your Beta.” A look of surprise crossed Luna Jasmine’s face. “Oh, you didn’t know that? You probably thought that Anders was the one to kill him. No. That was me. That misogynistic asshole got exactly what he had coming to him. Just like you and Lorenzo will.”

“From the funeral.” My heart skipped. “Funeral?” I repeated. “What funeral?” She glanced at me briefly. “I don’t really know all the details,” she said as she cleaned the vial and drew the medication into the syringe. “But from what I heard, the Luna was killed in the forest.” My chest tightened. “By a wild beast,” she added quietly. My heart stuttered. Could it be…? The question clawed its way up my throat before I could stop it. “Do you know the pack?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"But what if something truly horrible had happened to your soul before the trackers arrived? What if those cruel people had decided to kill you the exact second they arrived at their destination?" She grabbed my hand, squeezing it against her wet cheek as she kept rambling through her panic. "What if Alpha Michael didn't manage to get there in the absolute nick of time? If he had been just one single minute later, I would never have seen you again, Luna Fedora! You would be gone, and I would be left completely alone!"

She was asked to give a speech and she got up and walked to the podium “Laura has always been the bravest, the smartest and the kindest of all of us. She has been a role model to all of us and she was killed unjustly. She was full of life and she was the perfect twin but I swear on her grave that I would do all in my power to make sure that she is avenged. I know who killed her and I know exactly why she was killed. She was killed because she was protecting the Luna of the crimson pack. She was killed while fulfilling her duties and I swear that I wouldn’t stop until every one of the people that killed her are wiped away from the surface of the earth” Louis said as anger burned in her eyes

But that didn’t stop me. I walked straight to his office without knocking and pushed the door open. Both men turned at my entrance. Raynard sat behind his massive oak desk, his golden hair slightly tousled, his steel-gray eyes narrowing the moment he saw me. Alpha Mike Harlan rose slowly from the guest chair, his gaze widening with open appreciation. “Sweet Goddess,” Mike breathed, a slow smile spreading across his handsome face. “You must be Luna Julie. Raynard, you never mentioned your mate was such a beauty to behold. I’m almost speechless.”

"No. That is impossible. Soren would never do that. He couldn't have killed your people, Seraphina. He has spent the last three years drowning in guilt, searching for his lost wife. He never ordered a random massacre." "He did!" I insisted, my voice cracking with real, bitter pain. "I saw his face in the middle of the fire! I saw his armor! I saw him swing the sword! Do not sit here and defend him to me!" Lucas glared at me, his breathing rough and heavy. "Even if there was a battle, that is still not enough reason for you to steal a dead Queen's face! There is no reason to come into this palace as a fake Luna and lie to everyone, especially when you are a trained assassin sent by the Rogue

“But I need to know what really happened in Crescent Hollow. Who told you to kill Elena?” The girl hesitated for a moment longer, but finally opened up. “Luna Serena—well, the future Luna of Crescent Hollow—stabbed Elena with a poisoned knife. She told me to make sure she died and dispose of her body, but when I saw Elena still breathing, I… I couldn’t.” She shook her head. “And why did she want you to do this?” Natasha asked. She took the bundle of clothes from the servant and set them in front of Nellie, letting her feel the soft, luxurious fabrics. Fabrics that she had probably never even seen before in her pathetic little life.

"Since he first heard about your rejection. He saw the news, saw your face, and something in him just... snapped back to that place he'd been five years ago." I moved deeper into the shrine, my legs shaking. A wedding photo showed Lyra in white, her hand resting on a small bump. Her eyes looked haunted despite her smile. "What happened to her?" "She died during the bonding ritual." Luna's admission was barely audible. "The one Kane's planning to perform for you tomorrow." The room tilted. I grabbed the desk for balance, knocking over a frame. It shattered on the floor, revealing a journal beneath. "Don't," Luna warned, but I was already reaching for it.

He also suspects me. "The previous night, the Luna met someone in the back gardens around 1am. As you can see in this picture….". He reaches into the bag and pulls out another picture, slapping it down in front of me to reveal an image of me collecting something from the figure. "....she collected something from him. We are going to presume it's a 'he' based on the build. The next day, she was poisoned with a premium type of wolfsbane and her omega was dead. While it is peculiar that the omega hung herself, we know it can't be that hard to put someone in a position where they have no other choice than to do what their assailant wants, especially a weak omega. So…..". He turns to me, his cold