All Chapters of The Revenge of the Alpha's Fated Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Anya.The moment the words left my mouth, Nathan’s eyes lit up with hunger and desire, a kind of craving I had never seen before. His lips began to devour me, trailing down the line of my neck as his hands roamed over my body.“Is Noah asleep?” he asked, pulling back slightly, his forehead still pressed against mine, his hands gripping my waist firmly.“Y-yes…” I stammered, my breath still struggling to return after his hungry kisses.“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, tightening his hold on my waist.“I… I didn’t even know you wanted me…” I replied, instinctively clutching his shoulders.Nathan let out a low laugh. “You have no idea…” One of his hands slid up to my neck, his fingers brushing my face. “You have no idea how much I’ve held back, how hard I’ve fought this. Every time I catch your scent…” He tilted his head and buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply. A shiver ran through my entire body. “It’s unbearably intoxicating.”“I don’t understand,” I said, still looking

Anya.Out of sight, out of mind.That was what people said. But being away from Nathan did nothing to help me forget him. He left for the trip with his family days after our conversation. He didn’t say goodbye to me. He didn’t even spare me a single glance of regret.I watched from the second-floor window as the cars passed through the iron gates. The moon was still visible in the pale morning sky, as if mocking the fate that had been written for me.“A coward…” I whispered, lifting my eyes toward the sky as I tried to hold back the tears. “…and a foolish, naive girl.”My broken voice wasn’t an insult. It was grief. A painful realization. We were two lovers condemned by fate: one without the courage to fight, and the other without the power to do so.The moment he left, I returned home.Unlike what Mrs. Volkov believed, those two months would not be a vacation for me. Taking care of Noah had always been easy. Taking care of my mother… that was something else entirely.Seeing the woma

The first days passed like clouds in a gray sky: slow at first glance, but gone before I could truly grasp them.I even thought about keeping track of the days, but why would I do that? To know the day I would die? The day I would have to say goodbye to my pup? The day my existence would be erased and replaced by a lie?It felt pointless.In fact, even eating the meals they brought seemed pointless. I didn’t even know why I kept feeding myself, bathing… No, actually, I did. What kept me going during those days was the same thing that made me beg Patricia for my life: my pup.Every night, I sat in the armchair by the window, watching the moon shine over the endless stretch of trees surrounding the house where I awaited my sentence. We were so deep in the forest that I couldn’t see buildings or other houses, only more and more green.On those nights, I would caress my belly and tell my pup stories. Stories my mother once told me, stories I invented about freedom, happy endings, and love