All Chapters of The Luna He Can't Forget: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

LYZAAs I woke up in the morning, my mind was already buzzing with determination and ambition. Today was a day for me to make more connections and expand my influence in Henesy City. I wanted to meet influential businessmen, particularly those from the Black Pearl Pack and the Red River Pack. They held the key to my future success, and I was willing to work hard to gain their support.I carefully selected a professional dress that accentuated my figure without being too revealing. It was important to strike the right balance between confidence and professionalism. As I stood in front of the mirror, I meticulously applied my makeup, enhancing my features to project an image of strength and intelligence.Looking at myself, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and determination. I wanted to be more than just a pretty face; I wanted to be a force to be reckoned with. It was crucial for me to prove myself in this male-dominated world, to show that I was capable of achieving greatness.

DANTEAs I stormed towards Taylor's Residence, my blood boiled with anger and frustration. How dare Darlyn continue to meddle in my life? I thought I had rid myself of her manipulative grip, but apparently, she was still clinging to me like a parasite. The audacity of that woman to sabotage Lyza's plans, all because she couldn't accept that I had moved on from her poisonous presence.My mind raced with memories of Anna, my true mate. The woman who suffered at the hands of Darlyn's cruelty. I couldn't bear to see history repeat itself, to witness another innocent soul fall victim to Darlyn's twisted jealousy. I despised my own weakness in the past, my inability to protect Anna when she needed me the most. But now, as the Lycan King, I had the power and authority to shield Lyza from any harm.The thought of Lyza, her tear-stricken voice still echoing in my ears, fueled the fire within me. I couldn't bear to see her in pain, not after everything she had been through. She deserved happine

Darlyn's frustration reached a boiling point, driving her to seek solace and understanding from the one person she believed could offer it—Donovan. Determined to vent her pent-up emotions, she made her way to Donovan's house, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of anger and desperation.As Darlyn approached the house, she spotted Donovan on the balcony, a glass of alcohol in hand. His invitation was clear, and without hesitation, she ascended the stairs to join him. The tension in the air was palpable, crackling with the weight of their shared frustrations.Taking a sip from his glass, Donovan regarded Darlyn with a cool gaze. He knew that she needed an outlet for her anger, even if it was directed at him. He beckoned her to sit beside him, the clinking of ice in his glass punctuating the silence.Darlyn couldn't contain her fury any longer. The anger welled up inside her like a tempest, threatening to consume her. "I can't understand your stupid son, Donovan," she lashed out, her voice

Few days later The magnetic pull between Darlyn and Donovan grew stronger, their shared desire fueling their clandestine meetings. On this particular evening, they had planned to discuss their strategy against Lyza, but as soon as Donovan laid eyes on Darlyn in her stunning red dress, his focus shifted entirely. "Darlyn," he breathed, his voice husky with a mix of admiration and longing. "You look absolutely breathtaking." A hint of a smile played at the corners of Darlyn's lips as she caught the hunger in Donovan's gaze. "Thank you," she replied, her voice tinged with a subtle flirtation. "But we have important matters to discuss tonight, remember?" Donovan's eyes lingered on her, a flicker of desire dancing within them. "I know, I know," he murmured, his voice betraying his struggle to maintain focus. "But it's impossible to resist you when you're like this." A teasing glimmer danced in Darlyn's eyes as she took a step closer, her voice lowering to a seductive whisper. "Maybe we

LYZA The sun shone brightly overhead as Dante and I made our way to "Hosta Romea," a picturesque beach known for its white sands and crystal-clear waters. Dante invited me to go here three days ago. And I couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement coursing through me as we approached the shoreline, hand in hand. It was the perfect day for a beach adventure, and I wanted to make sure I looked my best. I had carefully chosen a brown two-piece suit that accentuated my curves, and as I glanced at myself in the mirror before leaving, a satisfied smile danced on my lips. “Wow. I am so lucky to have you as my date, Lyza. You are truly a beauty. I’m afraid someone will just snatch you away from me,” He chuckled. I laughed and rolled my eyes. We stepped onto the warm sand, a sense of tranquility washed over me. The beach stretched out before us, vast and inviting, with the sound of crashing waves serenading our ears. The air carried a salty tang, mingling with the sweet scent of sunscree