All Chapters of The Alpha's True Luna : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Alpha Leo's POV. I'm done with my address, I've answered their questions and they are all satisfied knowing that Lex will be executed tonight. Now, all I want to do is find Lena and the kids. I look around and I can only spot Freya. “Hey, where's Lena and the kids?” I ask her. “Zoey took the kids back home and Lena went into the house a while ago. She said she wanted to use the restroom.” She tells me. “Ok, I'll go get her then we can head back home.” I tell her. I have a spring in my step as I walk back to the house, everything is finally falling into place. The burial has been done so people have said their goodbyes and they can start to grieve, Scarlett is handled and by the end of the day I will be rid of Lex. I'm not saying everything is perfect but it's better than it was a few days ago. “Lena!” I call out her name but I don't get a response. “Lena, baby. Where are you?” I shout out again but I don't get a re

Lena's POV. We finally get to my room and Frank goes outside to pick it up, he doesn't go too far though because I can still hear him. There's a smudged broken mirror leaning on the wall and I decide to finally look at the extent of the injuries on my back. I remember falling down when I was trying to get away from Lex and Dahlia. The site that greets me is not as bad as I thought, there are no open injuries. I just have a huge bruise on my back and it's already turning purple and yellow. If not for the wolfsbane in my system, I'm supposed to be healed by now. "What the hell happened to you? And why do you look like that?" A woman with red hair and also putting on the highest pair of stilettos I've ever seen asks me. I'm too shocked by her presence that I just keep numb. "Frank!" She screeches his name like a banshee. Nico immediately runs back into the room with his head bored and I immediately realise that this must be Gina. Well she must command immense power fo

Lena's POV. A creak from beside my bed rouses me from a deep slumber I’ve been wading in for what feels like years. I startle awake in a cold sweat, disoriented, and confused when there's nothing but blackness, and the soft white glow of the moonlight peeking through the window, the strands weak beneath the shadows. Only a whisper of my escalated breath can be heard over the pounding in my chest. It takes several seconds to remember where I am. And the moment it registers, the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Someone’s watching me. Slowly, I sit up, my eyes adjusting to the darkness that’s pressing in around me. I turn my head to look out of the window, light rain pattering against it. Lightning washes the old room in a flash of bright light, and I take the brief moment to get a good look around. No one is in here—at least not that I can see. But I feel the weight of eyes on me, searing the side of my face like a hot iron l

Alpha Leo's POV. I took Rey down to his basement and luckily for me, he had everything I could possibly need to get some answers out of him, the sick son of a bitch. The bloody scalpel clatters against the metal tray, and Ray’s groans fill the air. He didn’t find it humorous when I started playing “Bodies” by Drowning Pool to drown out his incessant screaming. Halfway into his torture session, he informed me that Lena wasn't with Led anymore. Apparently my girl proved too stubborn for him so he sent her away to be taught obedience but the idiot is now being tight on the details of where they took her. “I need names Rey, names and a location.” I tell him as I turn up the dial of the battery again and he starts to struggle and then I stop. Wires are attached to Ray’s chest, leading to a machine designed specifically to restart a heart the second it stops. I’ve killed Ray via asphyxiation twice now. The second his heart stops beating, my machine brings

Lena's POV. I bite my lip, my eyes dropping along with my heart. It begins to thud violently as fear fills my veins and adrenaline circulates deeply throughout my body, making me feel nauseous. I close my eyes in resignation, hating myself for my lack of self-control. This isn’t like confronting a psychotic stalker. He’s not enigmatic, nor will he toe the line between pain and pleasure. There’s no sick thrill when a disgusting man is staring me down, probably imagining all the worst ways he could defile or murder me. Why didn't I just keep my mouth shut? My children and Leo are counting on me to survive until they can find me and I know Leo is looking for me, he will burn the world to the ground if that's what it took to find me. “What did you say, your highness?” Marcus drawls, his voice dipped in venom. I tighten my lips, hating that my nickname is beginning to stick. Thousands of thoughts race through my head in a matter of seconds. Different