All Chapters of The Luna He Can't Forget: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Darlyn's heart pounded in her chest as she saw Dante for the first time in months. She couldn't believe the state that he was in; his once proud and powerful form was now reduced to a battered and bruised body, tied up with a silver chain. Darlyn felt her stomach twist in knots at the sight of him.“Damn you, Donovan! What did you do to your son?” She whispered to herself.Her eyes traced over his wounds, the deep gashes and bruises covering his skin. The smell of his blood was overpowering, and she had to resist the urge to shift into her wolf form and tear his captors apart. Dante's eyes met hers, and Darlyn saw the pain and anger that he was trying to hide from her.As she approached him, Darlyn could feel the tension in the air between them. She had always loved Dante, but he had chosen Anna over her. Now, she had the chance to make him pay for his mistake. Her lips curved into a seductive smile as she leaned in closer to him."What did they do to you?" she asked, her voice thick

ANNAAs I enter the room, the guards shut the door behind me. I look around, and it's dark, cold, and small. I feel the dampness in the air, and the smell of moldy walls hits my nose. I realize that this is my new jail, and my heart sinks even lower. I try to hold back my tears, but I can't. I break down in sobs, unable to control my emotions.The room that they brought me in is so different from the previous cell that I was locked in. It's much colder, darker, and smaller. The only source of light was coming from a small hole near the ceiling. I can barely move my arms and legs because of the tight cuffs around my wrist and ankles. There's a dirty mattress on the floor, and the room is filled with an unpleasant odor. This is my new jail.How did I end up here? I ask myself. All I ever did was love Dante, the Lycan Prince. But his father, the Lycan King Donovan, hates me, and he separated us. He beat and tortured me, and I endured all of it so that Dante would stay safe. But where is

ANNAAs I slowly open my eyes, I am immediately struck by the otherworldly beauty surrounding me. I am lying on a bed of clouds, floating high above a shimmering landscape of vibrant colors and sparkling crystals. The air around me is filled with the soft hum of enchanting music that seems to be coming from all directions at once.Suddenly, a gentle, mystical voice breaks through the music, calling my name. I sit up in surprise and look around, trying to locate the source of the voice. "Anna, my child," the voice continues, "I heard your prayers."As I turn to face the voice, I am met with the vision of a stunningly beautiful woman. She has long, flowing hair the color of spun gold, and her eyes are the deep blue of a crystal-clear ocean. Her skin is smooth and flawless, and she radiates an aura of pure goodness and light.The woman smiles at me kindly, and I feel a sense of peace and warmth flood through my body. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper."I am the Moon G

Donovan motioned someone to join them on stage, and Dante's eyes widened in disbelief as he recognized her. It was Darlyn Taylor, his ex-fiance. She was a conniving and selfish wolf who had always been jealous of his mate. Dante gritted his teeth. He’s not feeling good about this.Donovan announced to the crowd that since Dante was now the King, he needed a Luna. He went on to discuss the importance of having a Luna by his side, someone who would be his equal and support him through everything. Dante couldn't help but feel a pang in his chest as he thought about Anna, his true mate who should have been standing next to him.But Donovan wasn't finished yet. He turned to Darlyn and smiled. "And that's why, my dear people, I am happy to announce that the postponed wedding from five years ago between my son and Darlyn will finally happen. Darlyn will be our new Luna in the future!”Dante's jaw dropped as the crowd erupted into cheers. He felt sick to his stomach as he watched Darlyn beam

LYZA As I entered my opulent hotel room, the weight of the day's achievements settled upon me. The exhilaration within me begged for release, but I suppressed it, refusing to let it escape in the form of exuberant outbursts. My efforts to secure Mr. Jackson's acceptance of my business proposition had finally paid off. A faint smile graced my lips as I reached for a glass of champagne and poured a measured sip. Yet, amid that moment, Anna's name danced on the fringes of my memory. A familiar echo, just beyond my grasp. I shook off the distraction and indulged in another sip, a tide of determination coursing through my veins. Anna held significance, and I was resolute in assisting her quest for justice. In contemplation, I paced the room, whispering to myself in subdued tones, meticulously crafting my retaliation. Impetuosity and emotion were luxuries I couldn't afford. Strategy and calculation guided my every move. Vague recollections surfaced of a formidable pack—the Black Pearl Pac