All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 521 - Chapter 530

OliviaThe sun peeked through the branches overhead as I pulled up to Layla’s little house, which was situated in the woods toward the center of her pack’s territory.Despite Layla’s status as the Luna of her pack, her home was a cute and cozy cottage; surely another home that Dan might ridicule for being small and insignificant, but I had always adored it since I had met her.Putting the car in park, I blew out a breath, steeling myself. This wasn’t really a social call—I needed information that could potentially help Freya, and Layla was one of the few people I trusted to have that knowledge.Gathering my tote bag stuffed with research materials and the twins out of their car seats, I headed up the gravel path to her porch. The door swung open before I could even knock, and Layla appeared, bouncing a squealing baby boy on her hip.“Olivia! I could feel you coming up the trail.” She smiled warmly, shifting the baby to usher me inside. As I walked past her, she reached out and pinched

Olivia The reporter’s question hung in the air, heavy and loaded. My mouth went dry as the camera flashes threatened to blind me, the microphones all but shoved in my face. “Is it true that you are getting a divorce?” Before I could formulate a response—not that I even had anything to say&mdash

Nathan I settled onto the plush leather sofa in Dan’s lavish sitting room, my gaze automatically drifting to the floor-to-ceiling windows that showcased a breathtaking view of Dan’s bustling pack territory, its lights twinkling in the light of dusk. A glass of scotch swirled in my hand, and the flavor of a luxurious dinner still lingered on my tongue. But despite the luxury that was surrounding me, my skin crawled with discomfort.

Olivia Taking one last furtive glance over my shoulder to make sure we weren’t being watched by any prying eyes, I slipped into Nathan’s dimly lit office. Only once the door was clicked shut behind me did I finally let out the breath I had been holding. Today, we weren’t meeting in secret to feel one another’s bodies—no matter how much we were both craving it. No, today, we were meeting to discuss our next plans in the plot to take down Dan and the rest of t

Nathan When I finally stepped into the parlor of Dan’s mansion, I was immediately met with a glass of whiskey being shoved into my hand. I managed a wry smile, taking the glass from Dan even though I knew I wasn’t going to drink it. “Youngling,” Dan said, gesturing to the two plush armchairs by the crackling fireplace. “Sit. We have much to discuss.”