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

SERENA'S POV~EARLIER~We walked back through the woods, the silence between us heavy. My legs ached from the uneven terrain, and my chest felt tight with disappointment. We'd come all this way for nothing. The Seer was gone and I couldn't shake the thought that something was off about it. Elijah on the other hand didn't seem bothered. I wondered why but push back those thoughts."This is so pointless." I muttered, lacking at a twig on the ground. "All that effort, and for what? A dead end."Elijah slowed down and glanced back at me. "Sometimes that's how it goes," he said. his voice calm. "We just have to keep moving forward"His calmness annoyed me. "Easy for you to say" I shot back. "You're not the one feeling like a failure right now"He stopped walking and turned to face me. "I didnt say you failed. I said we have to keep moving. Do you want to find answers or not?"I opened my mouth to argue, but before I could, a loud crack echoed through the air. My heart stopped. It was follo

ELIJAH'S POVMy eyes blinked open slowly, adjusting to the dim light filtering through the curtains. For a second, I thought I was dead. There was no pain—none of the searing burn I had felt before. My body felt whole, healed."You're welcome" Cana's deep voice echoed in my mind. His tone was full of annoyance and yet satisfaction.I chuckled weakly, shaking my head. "I take it you’re going to lecture me now?""Lecture?" he growled. "This is beyond a lecture, Elijah. You deserve a beating. You intentionally got yourself shot with a silver bullet just to keep her close. That’s not just stupid; it’s irresponsible and reckless.""It worked, didn’t it?" I teased, though I knew better than to push him too far."What is wrong with you?", he snapped. "Lying about the seer to lead her into the woods was bad enough, but this? This is madness. An obsession."“Enough,” I muttered aloud, cutting him off. I didn’t need his judgment right now. Turning onto my side, I froze when I noticed a familiar

ELIANA'S POV I paced back and forth in my room, my heels clicking sharply against the hardwood floor. It had been days, yet nothing had changed. Lucas and Serena weren’t speaking anymore. And it was all because of my devious planning with those rumors, and now, Lucas remained distant, not turning to me like I had expected. He went through his day like he was on autopilot, his face expressionless. And at night? He drowned himself in alcohol, slowly slipping further away from everyone, from me.Seeing him like that made my blood boil. How could he let this happen? How could he fall apart like this, over her? Over Serena? She was nothing. She didn’t deserve him. She couldn’t even keep such a powerful man. She was weak. The thought of her made my blood simmer.I clenched my fists, anger swirling in my chest. I had worked too hard to see Lucas like this. All of my careful plans, all for nothing. Watching him become this broken shell of the man he once was—it wasn’t part of my plan. I coul

SERENA'S POV I pushed open Eliana’s door feeling a bit nervous. I had been coming back here to knock every hour but I got no response, so now I decided to just barge in. I hope she doesn't throw a tantrum. As I entered, I noticed the room was dark, untouched.No sign of her. I clenched my fists, letting out a breath through gritted teeth. I had been searching for her all day, asking everyone in the packhouse, but nobody knew where she’d gone.I wanted to ask where the hell she got those pictures.Just as I turned to leave, Lucas stepped into the doorway. His presence filled the space immediately, his sharp eyes locking onto me. His jaw was tense, his expression unreadable at first, but then his gaze hardened into something cold.“What are you doing here, Serena?” His tone was familiar. The tone he'd used to address me initially, when he had recently kidnapped me.“I’m looking for Eliana,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm. “Have you seen her?”His eyes swept over me, dismissive.

SERENA’S POVI couldn’t sleep. I tossed and turned on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Lucas hadn’t come back. He hadn’t said much earlier, but I knew he was still upset. The thought of him being mad at me made my chest tighten. I stared at the door, waiting. Hoping. But Lucas wasn’t coming. He hadn't said much after our fight earlier, and the way he’d left… it felt unresolved.I got up, pulling at the hem of the peach-colored lingerie I’d picked out earlier.I’d put it on thinking maybe—just maybe—a passionate night together would fix things. But what was the point if he wouldn’t even come? I thought, after everything, if I could just be close to him, he’d stop being so cold. But now, standing alone in the room, it felt pointless.I sighed and grabbed the matching lace jacket from the bed, but as I turned, the fabric snagged on the corner of the bed frame. Frustrated, I yanked it free and tossed it into the closet.“What’s the point?” I muttered to myself, pacing to the window. The c