All Chapters of The Luna's Revenge: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Norwan arrived at their small house, his heart still racing so fast. He felt incredibly tired and thirsty from running and sprinting just to get back home. As soon as he opened the gate, he immediately caught the scent of Natalie, a scent he hadn’t noticed before. His heart started to beat even faster as he opened the door, anxiously searching for her. But he couldn’t see her anywhere in the house."NATALIE!" he shouted, opening the rooms in a frantic search. Sweat poured down his body, and his face was drenched. He swallowed hard as he opened the last door, only to find it empty again."NATALIE!" he shouted once more and hurried to the backyard, scanning the farm they had. His forehead furrowed as he noticed the basket where Natalie always placed the vegetables, something she used whenever she worked in the farm. Norwan sniffed the basket, picking up her scent but still couldn’t pinpoint where she was."NATALIE!" Norwan called out again, his voice filled with panic as he looked aroun

The scene before Norwan felt like a brutal wake-up call, his mind racing as he stood frozen in the chaos. The destruction of his home, the pain and fear in the eyes of his people—these were things he couldn’t ignore, no matter how much guilt gnawed at him. As the cold wind brushed against his face, it felt almost like a physical reminder of his failure. The Beta, a loyal companion, stood beside him, their silence filled with shared sorrow and the weight of the unspoken words.Norwan’s anger bubbled up again as the Beta’s words hung in the air. The unknown wolves—an enemy he hadn’t anticipated. Maybe if he hadn’t been distracted by the allure of his own desires, by his connection with Natalie, this wouldn't have happened. He thought back to the moments before he left. His mind was occupied with everything but his people. His heart ached with the realization that his absence had cost them dearly.“Who did this?” Norwan asked again, this time more fiercely, his voice trembling with the e

The tension in the room was almost palpable as Natalie descended the staircase, her eyes deliberately avoiding her father’s gaze. The crisp, almost icy air around her seemed to settle into every corner of the spacious dining hall. Don Grego watched her movements closely, his gaze a mixture of frustration and longing. He knew something had shifted between them, something that had been quietly building over time, but the weight of it was now impossible to ignore.As Natalie reached the table and sat across from him, her presence was like a cold wind sweeping through the room. Don’s sigh was deep and heavy, an attempt to release the discomfort, but it only seemed to make the silence more intense. When he finally spoke, his voice was tinged with a mix of hurt and confusion, the words coming out almost as an accusation, but also a plea.“Until when are you going to treat me like that, Natalie?” His question hung in the air, a challenge he wasn’t sure he was ready for the answer to. There w

The man entered the office quietly, his steps measured as he approached Norwan’s desk. He could see the distant look in Norwan’s eyes, the way his gaze seemed lost in the fading light of the sunset. He cleared his throat, snapping Norwan back to reality.“Sir,” the man said, his tone low, “there’s something urgent. The situation with the Clan... it’s escalating faster than we anticipated.”Norwan set his wine down slowly, the weight of the words sinking in. The glass rim made a soft clink against the surface of the desk as his hand retreated. His thoughts shifted instantly—back to the pressing matters of the Clan, the danger that loomed.“I’ve been expecting this,” Norwan said quietly, his voice steady but tinged with concern. “Tell me what’s going on.”The man hesitated for a moment before speaking again. “It’s the allies we thought we had... they’ve turned on us. And there’s also talk of a traitor within. We might be looking at a two-front battle soon.”Norwan’s jaw tightened, his m

The weight of the evening’s emotions pressed heavily on Norwan’s chest, yet the silence of the moment seemed to deepen the storm brewing within him. He held the wineglass loosely, the amber liquid sloshing with each small movement, but it did little to quell the fire inside. His thoughts were tangled, each one sharper than the last. “Why does it feel like nothing is ever enough for Grego?” he wondered bitterly.He’d tried to be patient. He’d asked—no, pleaded—for freedom. And what did he get in return? Natalie, the woman he loved, tethered like a prized possession, while her father continued to tighten his grip on their lives. He couldn’t fathom the mind of the Don anymore. What was he trying to prove by keeping her so close?Norwan’s gaze sharpened as Darius’s words cut through his internal storm."My lord, everything is settled now."The words were simple enough, but they stung with the weight of finality. What did "settled" mean? The chaos he’d just heard of—about Natalie’s father