Semua Bab The Alpha's Rejected Luna: Mommy, Please Take Daddy Back : Bab 91 - Bab 100

ADRIAN POV You know that restless feeling when you've committed a crime so deep, yet all you can do is watch and try to explain-but no one listens? That was me. I tried. Every fucking time. Every fucking day, I reached out to Violet. Calls, text messages... None of it fucking worked.And when I couldn't bear the guilt and the waiting any longer, I showed up at her house. Same fucking story. She wouldn't see me. Her father made damn sure of that.But I didn't stop. I kept pushing. Kept fighting. Kept hanging around.Ares had been a mess. I had been a fucking mess. These days without her were hell. Sleep wasn't peaceful anymore-it was a haunting reminder of the way she used to lay close to us, how I'd inhale her scent like it was the only air I needed.Fuck. Fuck. Fuck and Fuck. I've messed up, a thousand times, a fucking million times. Is it too late to repair all the damges.I wish she could give me the chance to redeemy mistake. If only she could give me one more shot at second chan

Violet POV Mason.Alpha Mason strode into my room like he owned the damn place. Not even a knock. The sheer audacity.He didn't turn back despite seeing the position Adrian and I were in. Instead, he closed the door behind him and took steady strides toward us, the sound of his boots heavy against the floor.His gaze locked onto Adrian-those killer eyes, sharp and unyielding, speaking volumes about their enmity.I could only wonder what he came here for.I wanted to speak up, but he beat me to it."We need to talk," he said, his voice calmer than usual. His gaze softened slightly when it landed on me.I wanted to tell him to leave, but I needed to hear him out. As much as I craved peace and rest, I couldn't ignore him.His gaze flicked to Adrian, then back to me, his expression unreadable-except for that look. The one that silently questioned whether Adrian knew about my pregnancy. About Harry. Of course, Adrian didn't know Harry existed. All he knew was that I was carrying a child.

Violet POV We were all at the crime scene-Adrian, Mason, Reynold, and me. Well, I hadn't intended to get out of bed... but a part of me felt like I needed to be there. Aria felt that too. We needed to be there."The Heir must die?" The words keep echoing in my head. Am I that heir? Where's all this going? I'm trying to place all these pieces together, to unravel this mystery.Staring at the victimized body, my own body suddenly goes pale. My hands are clammy, shaking. I mean, this is the first time I've seen a dead person. The body is brutalized in an unnatural way-deep claw marks, but no blood, as if something drained the victim dry.I run a weary hand through my hair as I observe each feature of the mark engraved so deeply on the skin.My stomach churns with fury. Aria's growl comes slowly.She does this whenever she is damn furious. My gaze sweeps to Adrian and Mason; they have the same terrified look on their faces.Am I terrified? No. As a matter of fact, what I'm seeing feels l

Emily's POVY'all see me as the villain, right? Well, think whatever the hell you want. I don't give a damn.If you were in my fucking shoes, you'd do nothing but despise Violet just as much as I do. All she's ever done is steal. Steal and steal from me.And the worst part? The damn Moon Goddess seems to favor her over me.I knew Adrian first. I dated Adrian first. I stood by him through thick and thin-through the good and the bad.And what did I get in return? A heartbreak? A cruel twist of fate? Betrayal from my so-called best friend?Fuck this. She turned out to be his fucking mate? And I was just some rejected, worthless piece of nothing?Tell me-how the hell would you stay sane? Watching your boyfriend-your first fucking love-exchange vows with your best friend? And that's not even the worst of it. She gets to be the Luna while I'm just a mere subject under her rule.I should have killed her. I should have instead of running away.Don't fucking look at me with those judgmental ey

Violet POV I gasp for air, my lungs burning as I fight to stay conscious. The poison-or whatever the hell was in that blade-is working fast, tearing through me like wildfire.Hot tears streak down my face as I watch Mason and Adrian, usually at each other's throats, now fighting together, their movements fast and vicious .The Viper is strong, impossibly fast, but so are they.One minute, they're clashing, the sound of fists and growls ripping through the night. The next, the Viper seizes an opening, a small gap in their coordination-and flees.The bastard is gone.Mason and Adrian don't waste a second."Violet!"Adrian reaches me first, his strong arms scooping me up like I weigh nothing. Mason hesitates, his jaw tight as he watches. But when I shoot him a weak, stern glare, he grits his teeth and steps aside.Adrian carries me swiftly toward the Packhouse, his grip firm but careful. His warmth barely cuts through the cold fire spreading through my veins. The poison is fast. Too fas