Todos os capítulos de Mute Luna : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Aurelia's Point Of ViewAs I regained consciousness, I found myself trapped in darkness, confined within a cage. Panic surged through me as I attempted to move, but my body refused to respond. Helplessness consumed me, and I wished desperately that I could vocalize my distress. I pounded on the bars of the cage, hoping someone would hear and come to my aid.Trying to piece together how I ended up in this dire situation, memories of my conversation with Alpha Dante surfaced. I had written to him, expressing my eagerness to cook for him, and he graciously accepted my request. As I entered the kitchen to prepare his meal, I encountered Vivian, the previous cook for Alpha Dante. She shared insights into his culinary preferences and offered to guide me in preparing his favorite dish.I vaguely recall cooking alongside Vivian, learning from her expertise, but my memory becomes hazy after that. It seems I might have suffered a blow to the head, which could explain my current predicament. How

Danciana's Point Of View I forgot that I told Dylan to call me until I saw his missed calls. I told him for Dante that I will take my leave now. Alpha don't attempt me for answering to his call. I rushed out of Dante's room and went back to my office.I dialed the Island and he answered the call. "Hey, Danciana, you finally decided to answer, huh?" Dylan's voice was a mix of playfulness and relief."Yeah, sorry about that. It's been a busy day," I replied, trying to sound composed."No worries. Listen, I found a nice restaurant where we can talk. I think you'll like it," Dylan said with enthusiasm.Curiosity sparked within me. "Oh? Where is it?""It's called Finland's Bar," he said.Finland's Bar? That name rang a bell. "That sounds interesting," I said, my interest growing."I thought you might like it. The address is 123 Oakwood Street," he informed me."Got it. I'll head there soon," I said, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips."Don't keep me waiting too long, alright?

Dylan's Point Of ViewThe doubts swirled within me like a tempestuous storm, each thought crashing against the shores of my consciousness. Danciana's suspicions about Aurelia being alive gnawed at me, echoing the very uncertainties I had been grappling with. Could it be true? Could Aurelia really have survived? And if so, was my own mother, Genevieve, concealing this knowledge from me?As I navigated the winding road, the tension within me was palpable. My grip on the steering wheel tightened with every passing moment, my mind replaying Danciana's words over and over again. She had mentioned the possibility of my mother's involvement in this enigmatic scenario. But how could I fathom such a revelation? My own mother, who had tearfully informed me of Aurelia's demise, now potentially keeping her existence hidden?The ache in my chest intensified as I trailed my mother's car discreetly, my heart pounding like a drum against my ribcage. And then, a jolt of panic struck me as the traffic

Dylan's Point Of ViewI couldn't believe my eyes when I saw my mom and Casey bring Aurelia out and put her into the vehicle. Danciana came up to me, concern etched on her face. "I told you, Dylan, I had a goddamn feeling Aurelia was still alive and your mom lied to you," she said, her voice intense.I shook my head, trying to process what I was seeing. "Danciana, she doesn't look alive," I replied, my voice trembling.Danciana grabbed my arm, her eyes burning with conviction. "It's obvious they sedated her. Can't you see that Aurelia's sleeping?" she insisted.I blinked, taking a closer look at Aurelia's still form. "I can see that, but…" I began, my heart racing."Don't be silly, Dylan. Don't overreact," Danciana cautioned, her grip on my arm tightening slightly.I turned to her, a mixture of fear and anger in my eyes. "How can I not overreact? They took her from me, told me she was dead!"Danciana's gaze softened, and she squeezed my arm gently. "I know it's hard, but right now, we

Danciana's Point Of ViewI woke up, the morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. Blinking sleep from my eyes, I realized I was on Alpha Dante's bed. The soft sheets and the faint scent of his cologne surrounded me. As I sat up, my muscles protested the movement after what seemed like a deep slumber. Yawning and stretching, I took in my surroundings, a mix of curiosity and familiarity settling in."Alpha Dante?" I called out, my voice slightly groggy from sleep. There was no answer. Panic began to churn within me as I wondered where he could be. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, my heart racing. A faint sound reached my ears, water running from the bathroom. Relief washed over me as I hurried towards the source of the noise.The bathroom door was slightly ajar, steam billowing out into the hallway. I pushed the door open and my breath caught in my throat at the sight before me. There, under the spray of the shower, stood A