All Chapters of Orphan to Luna: The Alpha's Substitute Bride: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Author's POV Ethan carried Lia in his arms bridal style as he walked through the dimly lit corridors. She looked better thanks to Mara's blood. He stopped by her room door remembering what transpired, he felt disgusted with himself but he forced the bile down his throat and pushed the door open. He walked in quickly then placed her gently on the bed hoping she would be okay. Before he could make his escape Lia stirred, her eyes fluttering open, and a small smile spread across her lips as she looked up at him. “Ethan,” she whispered, her voice soft and drowsy, “you’re still here…” She reached up, trying to wrap her arms around his neck, but Ethan gently removed her hand, his expression unreadable. “Just rest, Lia,” he said, his tone distant. Lia’s smile faded slightly, but she closed her eyes again then curled up under the blankets as she drifted back to sleep. Ethan watched her for a moment, he knew something wasn’t right there was a strange feeling in his gut ever since he woke

ChapterMara's POVIt was devastating seeing the pack in a state of destruction, the pack members and guards were all trying to fix what was left of it.It was strange how the gruesome sight was now a normality, the rogues were getting more viscous. I understood how they were able to infiltrate a small pack like Ethan's but this proved they were stronger than we thought.How were they able to attack both packs at once? And at such a far distance how were they moving so fast from place to place or did they have camps all over the lycanthrope world waiting for any moment to strike.It made sense why Rhys was in a hurry to leave yet I couldn't help the hollow feeling I felt, one that made me feel guilty,Even in my last moments on the pack's grounds they still suffered just because the rogues were after me and I walked away. I didn't stay to fight or even say a proper goodbye to the man who had been helping and keeping me safe the entire time.I could only pray and hope that now I was n

Mara’s POV I held on tight to the wall, leaning closer to the door wanting to listen to all of what he had to say, knowing fully well that I wasn't meant to be seen. “When I say complicated, I mean complicated,” Duncan continued, his hands digging into the shelves of Rhy's desk as though he’d lost something. “He wasn't meant to save her, and now bringing her here has somehow in a way made things worse,” He scowled. ‘Worse?’ I thought to myself, as I had my ears glued to the door, making sure not to make a sound in calling the attention of Duncan and whomever it was he’d been speaking to. “When I had paved the way for the attacks on the pack, I wasn't expecting it all to still turn out this peaceful,” Duncan said. “Attacks?” My eyes widened in shock, as I held a hand over my mouth trying so hard not to make a sound. “I wanted it all easy, after all, I’d wanted to gain Rhy’s trust thereby losing my chances of becoming Alpha, just like the Council had wanted,” He continued. I felt

Mara's POVRhy's, looked at me, "Do you know how mad, and angry I am right now? I trusted him so much, and this is what he wants to use to pay me back.I am not sure I have ever trusted someone like I have with Duncan. Take a look at the pack, take a look at what the rogues have done. They destroyed everything, things that took years, and decades to build and erect.They all went crumbling to the ground, they all went up in ashes," as he spoke I could feel the pain and anguish he felt. He was trying to not shed tears, but you could tell he was hurt.He paused and turned towards me. He took my hands, and pressed them warmly, "Thank you, but you need to remain in my room."He let go of my hands, but I held his hands. "Where are you going to?"He exhaled, "I am going to do what I should have done what I should have done a long time ago."I knew what that meant, if Duncan was still in the mansion. It's definitely all over for him. I slowly let go of his hands, and we he walked out. The pa

Mara’s POVA stinging ache at the center of my forehead precedes the movement of my eyelids—showing the first glimpse of a blurry ceiling over me as my eyes fluttered open slowly to find that I was all alone in my bedroom.I felt a sharp pain in my head as I ran a hand through my hair, trying to recall all that had happened previously resulting in me blacking out. I grunted in my pillow looking over to the clock wondering how long I’d been out.In a couple of minutes, I perked up to my feet with my eyes glued to the curtains of my bedroom as I had it pulled open in seconds letting in all the light I could at a time.The garden afar reflected the full heat of noon and though it ought to have been filled with the noise of the servants of the house and guards, lawn mowers, it was quiet. I squinted through the day’s brightness trying to catch a glimpse of what was happening downstairs and why there were suddenly guards mounted everywhere.“Was there an attack?” I asked myself, holding on