《Awakened: The Luna’s Revenge After Exile》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

AIDEN’s POV.I stepped into the room, and the sight gutted me. Her dreams were all packed up here and she was somewhere—somewhere I haven’t been able find out yet.Almost a week, and she’d vanished without a trace. I had never felt this powerless in my life.I tossed back the whiskey in one swallow. The burn was nothing compared to the hollow ache carving through my chest.The door creaked. Pete walked in, frowning as he snatched the bottle from my reach.“Since when do you drink, Alpha?”“I’m trying to think,” I muttered, bracing my hands against the table. “Why are you here? I told you to watch them.”“Eliah refuses to eat until he sees you,” Pete said. “He’s stubborn. Reminds me of someone.”I arched a brow. I didn’t have the patience for his commentary.“If you’re hoping to resign as beta, I can arrange—”“That’s not what I meant,” he sighed. “Just talk to him.”But my mind was already drifting back to Selena. Her smile. Her softness. Her wolf—wounded and weakened. And I h

For a few seconds, I allowed her words to register in my head. Kill Henry? That was ridiculous! The Selena I know would never do that. The last time was because the boy almost lost his life and I couldn't pretend about it—I needed to show everyone that justice would still prevail no matter what or who was involved. But now? How was that even possible?“What the heck are you talking about, Kourtney?” I inquired, my jaw tensed. I was hoping this was a lie. Selena was one of the most composed people I know, she wouldn’t do that. My chest twisted at the thought of that. I punished her once, was I ready to do that again? We have grown so far apart, she would be expecting me to actually punish her again.“So we are vouching for her now?” My wolf managed to ask, his voice weak and feeble but he didn't forget to talk when it involved her.I shut his voice out of my head and focused on Kourtney, she was still sobbing and my jaw tensed the more. The two most important people in my life were at

SELENA’s POV.“I can’t keep this from the Alpha, Luna,” the doctor insisted, hovering nervously at my bedside.My stomach twisted. Damian can’t know I’m pregnant. Not now. Not when he believes every poisonous word Kourtney feeds him. Not when she’d gladly hurt me—and now my baby.“You swore allegiance to me once,” I whispered sharply. “I need you to respect my wish.”He shook his head. “You need a proper checkup. Both you and the baby are at risk. If something happens, the Alpha—”The door burst open before he could finish. Damian strode in, Marcus and Kourtney flanking him like shadows. I froze, silently pleading with the doctor. If any of them found out…Kourtney’s eyes gleamed with that familiar malice—the same cruelty that had starved me all day, slapped me four times, and worked me until I nearly collapsed. I never wanted Damian to come home and see me like this.“What’s wrong with her?” Damian asked, scanning my face. Marcus looked away. He had sworn loyalty, yes—but not protect

KOURTNEY’s POV.I refused to accept that ridiculous news. Pregnant? Out of nowhere? And without a single warning?My thoughts were a tangled mess as I followed the doctor toward the gate. I needed to know when it happened, and—most importantly—if the child belonged to Damian. If it was Aiden’s, then it meant absolutely nothing to me.“Doctor Bane.”He stopped. His polite smile was thin, forced. I didn’t care whether he liked me or not.“How long has Selena been pregnant?” I asked directly.His expression shifted for a split second, but he hid it well. “That’s not for me to answer, ma’am. You should speak to the Luna.”Before I could press further, he turned and walked away. Fine. I would deal with him later. Right now, I needed to know Damian’s reaction.I hurried back into the house. Marcus and Antonio were leaving Damian’s study—Marcus with blood smeared across his cheek. So Damian had hit him. I instantly understood why.“He’s not in a good mood,” Antonio muttered. I ignored him an

DAMIAN’s POV.I held onto her arm—not to hurt her, but because I didn’t trust myself enough to let go.Or maybe I didn’t trust her.Selena knew me too well, knew exactly which wounds to touch, and right now every one of them was exposed.“What did you say?” My voice was low, unsteady for the first time in a long while.“You heard me.”Her eyes flashed—pain, not defiance.“Do what you want to me, Damian. But if anything happens to my baby, I will never forgive you.”The words hit harder than any physical blow.She wasn’t trying to manipulate me. She meant every syllable.I should have stopped then. I should have walked away.Instead, anger swallowed the space between us.I turned toward the hall. “The luna,” I announced, my voice ringing through the crowd, “is carrying another man’s child.”A ripple of shock spread across the room.Faces fell. Others filled with disbelief—pain, even.She had earned their respect over the years. She had earned mine too.“She carried this child while she