All Chapters of The Unloved Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The dimly lit room carried a heavy air of conspiracy. Andrew, his eyes cold and calculating, stood in front of Lydia, who was preparing the final steps of a ritual that would allow them to manipulate Arianna. But this time, their pawn was not a victim but a vengeful, cunning woman who hated Arianna with every fiber of her being.Daniella stepped into the room, her head held high, her eyes gleaming with a dark, burning desire. Gone was the grief-stricken widow—this Daniella was fueled by one thing: vengeance.“I’m ready,” Daniella said coldly, her voice laced with contempt. “What do you need from me?”Andrew turned to face her, a cruel smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’ve been patient, Daniella. Raymond’s death was... unfortunate. But now is the time to strike back. We both want the same thing—Arianna’s downfall. This time, we’ll make sure her power is ours to control, and she will suffer for everything she took from you.”Daniella’s lips curled into a sneer. “I don’t care

It had been two days since Daniella had been brought into their pack, and though Arianna had tried to stay cautious, something was gnawing at her heart. Raymond’s chosen mate—or rather, his widow—was still in the packhouse, recovering under strict supervision. Every part of Arianna screamed to be wary of her, but a small part—the part that cared for innocent life—was conflicted. The sound of soft footsteps behind her broke her thoughts. She turned to see Daniella standing at the door of her room, looking pale and weak, her baby bump more pronounced in the light of the room.“Arianna,” Daniella’s voice was fragile, barely above a whisper. “Can I talk to you?”Arianna's first instinct was to send her away, to tell her she didn't trust her, but something in the way Daniella clutched her stomach made Arianna pause. Aurora, Arianna’s wolf, stirred within her, sensing the vulnerability in the air.“Speak,” Arianna said, her voice cold but allowing Daniella to enter.Daniella took a few sl

Daniella slammed the door to her room, her chest rising and falling with barely contained frustration. She glanced around, ensuring the coast was clear. The walls felt like they were closing in, suffocating her under the weight of her failed manipulation. 'Damn it,' she thought, pacing the room. 'Why isn’t Arianna falling for it?'Every moment spent pretending to be weak and vulnerable felt like a betrayal of her true self, but it was necessary. She couldn’t let her anger boil over—not yet. She needed to play the part, and she was damned good at it. But why wasn't Arianna buying her act? Didn’t the pathetic sob story about Andrew and her desperation for her unborn child pull at Arianna’s heartstrings? Daniella flopped onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. 'Think, Daniella, think!' Her mind raced as she recalled her interactions with Arianna, how every smile she forced felt like a knife cutting her insides. The sweet words she had carefully crafted to lure Arianna into her web seemed

Daniella sat at the breakfast table, the soft hum of conversation filling the air around her. The members of Winter Moon Pack were slowly beginning to accept her presence, just as she had planned. She took a small bite of toast, concealing a satisfied smirk as she glanced around the room. The subtle smiles and nods she received from those around her were proof that her strategy was working. Arianna sat across from her, engaged in a quiet conversation with Xavier, her eyes occasionally darting toward Daniella with what Daniella could only interpret as pity. 'Perfect,' Daniella thought, masking her wicked intentions beneath a sweet, grateful expression. “Daniella, how are you feeling today?” Arianna asked, her voice laced with genuine concern. Daniella put down her toast and forced a gentle smile. “I’m doing much better, thanks to you and everyone here. I… I don’t know how to thank you enough for letting me stay. I know I’ve caused pain in the past.” Arianna’s face softened

Daniella stood by the lake for a few moments longer, ensuring that Arianna was completely unconscious. Her heart raced, but not from fear or guilt—no, it was the thrill of finally putting Andrew’s plan into motion. This was the moment she had been working toward ever since she arrived at Winter Moon, and soon, everything would fall into place.Quickly, Daniella composed herself, putting on the mask of a worried, frightened mother-to-be. She was about to play the role of her life—one of innocence and concern, all while hiding the wicked truth. Taking a deep breath, she headed back toward the packhouse, her pace deliberately fast but not too frantic. She had to appear panicked, but not suspicious.As she neared the packhouse, Daniella’s face contorted with a mixture of false distress and exhaustion. Her breathing became heavier, as if she had been running all this time, searching for Arianna. This was all part of the act. When she stepped into the packhouse, she spotted Xavier sitting i