All Chapters of 100 Days With My Ex's Uncle: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ANDREWYou are already a part of my life, a part of my soul, a part of me that I never want to lose," I replied, holding her close to me. "No matter what, staying without you is not an option I ever want to consider," I whispered, biting her bottom lip playfully.Luna giggled, her laughter filling the room with warmth and joy. "You are very good with your words," she said, her smile lighting up her face."Only for you, my love," I whispered, pressing a gentle kiss on her forehead.Luna's eyes shone with tears of happiness as she hugged me tightly, knowing that our love was unbreakable.I hugged her back with all the love in my heart, cherishing every moment we had together."Andrew," she whispered, her voice filled with love and gratitude. "I never want to imagine a life without you by my side." My heart swelled with emotion, knowing that our bond was truly special and enduring."Then don't," I replied, holding her close. "I'll always be here for you, Luna." The warmth of her embrace

LUNAI don’t know what to believe anymore, but one thing is for sure: no matter what, I have Andrew by my side, and with him, I can face whatever challenges come my way. I know that I am not alone.But a question lingers in my mind: How does Andrew know so much about my past and the dangers that lie ahead?I put my hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes, searching for answers that only he could provide. As I wait for his response, a sense of unease settles in the pit of my stomach, wondering if there is more to Andrew than meets the eye.“You must be thinking, How do I know so much about you?” Andrew says it with a mysterious smile. “Let’s just say I have played an important role in your life for longer than you realize.” This cryptic response only deepens my curiosity and adds to the air of mystery surrounding Andrew.“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and intrigue.Andrew chuckles softly, his eyes glinting with a knowing look as he replie

Andrew"Andrew, shut up and tell me everything that happened. I need to know the truth, no matter how painful it may be.” Luna’s voice was firm, but filled with a hint of vulnerability that tugged at my heartstrings.I took a deep breath and began to recount the events that had led us to this moment, knowing that honesty was the only way to start making things right.“I don’t know why you can’t remember anything about your past,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “But I promise to help you uncover the truth, no matter how difficult it may be.” Luna’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded, grateful for my support in her journey to rediscover her identity.I kissed the palm of her hand and whispered, “You were ten when, one night, because of my betrayal, your father was attacked.” I said as the image of that ran through my mind, knowing that an image of 20-year-old Andrew, who betrayed the one and only person who ever truly cared about him, flashed before my eyes.“The night of the

“Leonardo can’t die so easily; he is an alpha wolf after all,” Andrew stated, his tone softening slightly as he considered the possibility of foul play. “Well, you are a fool if you think a silver knife could take him down,” London retorted, his confidence unwavering. “Do you know how many years it would take to kill an alpha wolf with silver? 10 years,” he said, his eyes filled with a glimmering smile. “Slowly, very slowly, I was feeding him small amounts of silver over the years, weakening him without anyone noticing. And today, in the eclipse, when his power is weakest, I strike the perfect blow,” London explained, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “Now I am the Alpha,” he declared, his eyes gleaming with triumph. “This is not just a silver knife that broke his skin, but the final amount of silver that seeped into his bloodstream, ensuring his demise. And now, the pack belongs to me,” London said confidently, his voice filled with authority.“Yeah, in your dreams, brother.

LUNAA week has passed since the day Andrew stayed in his past or our shared past with me, and it still lingers in my heart to know about the things that have been the reason for my nightmares. I can’t help but wonder if there was something I could have done differently to prevent the pain that still haunts me. But I was seven years old at the time, and I know now that I couldn’t have changed the outcome no matter what I did. More than what intrigues me is that I am like Andrew, a child of a werewolf and a human, and I wonder if that connection is what drew us together in the first place. Despite the pain of our shared past, I can’t help but feel a strange sense of comfort in knowing that we have each other to navigate the complexities of our unique identities. Our bond feels unbreakable, forged in the fires of our past experiences and strengthened by our shared understanding of each other’s struggles. I sighed, staring at him as his eyes fixed on some paperwork on his desk, a smal