All Chapters of The Unloved Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Daniella’s wicked grin spread as she eyed the layout of Arianna and Xavier's room. Now she needed to make her next move: seduce Xavier. She was willing to do whatever it took, no matter how risky. If it meant becoming the Luna of Winter Moon, she would stop at nothing. Her mind raced as she considered the next step of her carefully crafted scheme. Andrew had given her the tools she needed, but he wasn’t the solution to her long-term success. Xavier, on the other hand, could secure her place. And with Arianna out of the way, it would only be a matter of time before she slid into the position of Luna, right at Xavier’s side. Standing in Arianna's room, Daniella made sure everything was in place. She grabbed a towel, undressed, and stepped into the shower. The water cascaded over her skin, and as she stood there, her mind spun with how she’d execute her plan. She knew Xavier would be back soon, and all she had to do was make it look like an innocent misunderstanding. Once her shower

Arianna’s head felt heavy as she slowly came back to consciousness, her eyelids fluttering open. Her body was sluggish, her mind clouded, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was. The cold, unfamiliar scent in the air sent a shiver down her spine as she tried to sit up. Every muscle ached, but the adrenaline slowly building inside her forced her to move.The room around her was grand but dark, with towering ceilings and heavy curtains blocking out most of the light. The air was thick with a strange, foreboding energy. As the fog in her mind cleared, panic began to creep in. She wasn’t at the Winter Moon packhouse. This place was different—oppressive, suffocating.Her heart pounded as she pushed herself to her feet, wobbling slightly before regaining her balance. A sickening dread settled in her stomach, and her mind raced, trying to piece together what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being with Daniella at the lake. Then... darkness.Her pulse quickened. 'Daniel

Arianna's POV I could hear the faint hum of whispers in the distance, the cold stone beneath me sending chills through my skin. My eyelids remained shut, and I kept my breathing steady, pretending to be under the spell they had cast. Andrew and Lydia had underestimated me—grossly underestimated me. I wasn’t as weak as they thought. Aurora stirred within me, her presence calming yet fierce, as she remained alert to every movement around us. 'They’re fools, thinking we can’t feel or sense them. We have more power than they’ll ever know.' I wanted to smirk at her words, but I held back. She was right. Everything was going according to plan. Daniella’s act, the so-called vulnerable mother-to-be seeking protection from me, was laughable. I knew her game from the start, but playing along was the only way to reach Andrew. I needed to end this… for good. I recalled the moment at the lake, her false tears, her trembling hands as she asked me to accompany her. Aurora had growled in my min

A heavy silence filled the grand chamber of the Lycan Palace, the air thick with anticipation. The ornate walls were dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced ominously as Lydia prepared for the ritual. Arianna lay on the stone altar, her eyes closed, the remnants of her power swirling within her. Lydia stood at the center of the room, her hands raised, muttering incantations in a language lost to time. Andrew watched intently, excitement radiating from him as he anticipated the surge of power that would soon be his. “Are you ready, my dear?” Lydia asked, glancing at Andrew, who nodded eagerly. “Once we begin, there is no turning back.” “Do it!” Andrew commanded, his voice filled with urgency. “Strip her of her powers and transfer them to me. I will be unstoppable!” As Lydia began to chant, a dark energy enveloped Arianna. She kept her breathing steady, her mind focused on maintaining the pretense of unconsciousness. She could feel Aurora stirring, ready to respond at any m

The echoes of battle had finally faded, replaced by a solemn silence that hung heavily in the air. Arianna stood in the grand hall of the Lycan Palace, the weight of her new reality settling on her shoulders. Andrew’s lifeless body lay motionless behind her, a stark reminder of the tumultuous journey that had led her here. She had defeated her father, but the path forward would demand more than just strength—it would require wisdom, resolve, and a commitment to the peace she desperately sought. “Are you ready?” Xavier’s voice broke through her thoughts, his presence a steadying force at her side. He had shifted back into his human form, and even now, the remnants of battle clung to him like a shroud. His blue eyes held a mixture of concern and unwavering support. Arianna took a deep breath, her heart racing with a blend of anticipation and fear. “I have to be. This is what we fought for, what we dreamed of,” she replied, her voice steadier than she felt. “I need to show them that I a