All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

OliviaThe light of the moon hung heavily over the clearing, its glow casting intricate patterns on the ground. As Freya’s words enveloped me, I felt as if I were suspended in time, caught in a web of fate and destiny.“I was there when you were born, Olivia,” she whispered directly into my mind. It was a strange sensation, feeling her voice resonate within me, bypassing my ears entirely.“Why? Why were you at my birth?” I asked, my own mental voice shaking with the weight of the revelation.“You’re special, Olivia. You bear the bloodline of the Ancient Wolf,” her voice echoed softly in the caverns of my thoughts.Nathan and I paused, shooting each other another apprehensive glance. I could feel the weight of his stare; his theory had been correct. Supposedly.“How do I know you’re telling the truth?” I asked, turning back to look at Freya once more. “I’ve never felt special…”“Do not pretend that you do not know,” Freya said, her voice taking on a somewhat harsher tone despite the fa

Olivia“You really don’t have any idea?” Freya’s words, although only uttered telepathically, seemed to echo throughout the moonlit forest.I shook my head, my brow furrowed. “Explain,” I murmured.Freya nodded. “Very well. Let me tell you a story…”…The chill of a winter’s night surrounded my secluded cottage. The moonlight cast a silver glow on the frosted grass, and everything was silent except for the faint whisper of wind through barren trees. That tranquility was shattered by an urgent pounding on my door.I opened it swiftly, not expecting any visitors, only to find Kamran, disheveled and gasping for breath. His eyes, usually calm and composed, mirrored a storm of fear. “Freya,” he panted, “the baby... she’s coming, but something’s wrong. She’s not... not coming out properly.”Heart pounding, I grabbed my shawl and the small satchel containing herbs and sacred stones I always kept ready. Without a word, Kamran and I raced back to their dwelling, the cold air stinging our fac

OliviaA deafening silence hung over the town square after Mingan’s declaration.The remnants of the fire danced around in a fading choreography, casting a hazy orange glow against the expressions of the gathered crowd. It mixed with the rising sun, reminding me that I hadn’t slept a wink all night.“What is this?” I stammered, my voice breaking. I stooped, my fingers gripping the charred straw. My mind raced, unable to grasp the implications of the blackened strands in my hand.Mingan took a deep breath, exasperation lacing her words. “Your ignorance knows no bounds, Olivia. It’s a message. One that has caused our town much pain and loss already.”My gaze locked with hers, the weight of her disapproval sinking into my bones. “What message? I don’t understand.”“Last night,” she began, her voice steady but dripping with disdain, “Ryan’s followers constructed an effigy. Of you.”The last of Mingan’s words echoed in the smoky atmosphere, leaving me bewildered and surrounded by the disap

OliviaThe fire’s intensity was beginning to wane, but the damages it had left behind were staggering. Nathan was at the center of it all, commanding, directing, and making crucial decisions as people scrambled to save what was left.His voice, deep and resonant, was a beacon amidst the chaos.“Olivia,” he said gently, watching warily as the Elders stalked off into the night, satisfied with the scolding they had given me. He touched my arm. “Go on home. You must be exhausted.”I stopped in my tracks, my heart skipping a beat. I understood his concern, but the weight of duty felt just as heavy on my shoulders. “You must be exhausted as well,” I said. “Come home with me. The EMTs are here.”He sighed, his gaze heavy with a mixture of concern and responsibility. “You know I can’t. There are still injured, and the rest of the fire needs to be managed. As the Alpha, it’s my duty. Even if the Elders don’t seem to see me as an Alpha.”I took a deep breath, willing the tears of pain and exhau

OliviaThe morning sun painted the town in a golden hue as I stepped out of the villa, the chill in the air leaving a light fog hanging low above the ground.I pulled my jacket tighter around my shoulders, the fabric rustling softly in the morning silence. My heart raced, a mixture of anticipation and anxiety, as I headed toward the town square.The previous day’s events weighed heavily on me, and volunteering at the food drive felt like my chance to reconnect, to mend. I was both excited to prove myself and terrified that it would go south again.But Nathan had been right: it would take time. Someday, perhaps people would learn that I wasn’t an evil witch like the Elders had made me out to be. I was just Olivia, a normal girl with a fate spinning out of control.The streets, normally quiet at this hour, were alive with hustle and bustle. I could see the tops of tents peeking over the buildings, the distant sound of chatter filling the morning. The air still smelled like smoke and soo