All Chapters of Feral Hearts: Luna Rising : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

As Sheila stood frozen in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, her world began to shatter. The air seemed to thicken, making it hard to breathe, as she took in the sight of Nicholas, her alpha, her secret lover, her childhood friend, lying in bed with...her. Kimberly. The girl he had dethroned her for, the girl he had pushed her away for. The pain was like a physical blow, knocking the wind out of her. Sheila felt as though she'd been punched in the gut, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She couldn't tear her gaze away from the intimate scene, her mind reeling with the implications. How could he? How could he do this to her? After everything they'd shared, after all the secrets they'd kept, after all the promises they'd made to each other. Sheila's eyes burned with unshed tears as she took a step back, her hand instinctively reaching for the doorframe to steady herself. She felt like she was going to collapse, like her legs were going to give out beneath her

Kimberly stirred on the bed, her slumber disrupted by the raised voices and angry exchange drifting from downstairs. The cacophony of clattering and thudding sounds that followed was like a sledgehammer, jolting her awake. Her eyes snapped open, and she was met with an unfamiliar ceiling.She sat up with a start, her gaze darting wildly around the room. And then it hit her —she was in Nicholas's room. How in the world...? Her mind reeled as she scrambled to piece together the events of the previous hours. Fragments of memories swirled in her head, but the details remained frustratingly elusive.Kimberly's eyes dropped to look inside the duvet covering her body, and she breathed a sigh of relief to find she was still fully clothed. A wry smile twisted her lips as she chided herself for her momentary lapse of sanity. Why did she even think Nicholas would...? She shook her head, annoyed at her own foolishness. She then stood up from the bed, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. "Nic

The warm water enveloped Kimberly like a soothing balm, calming her frazzled nerves as she submerged herself in the bathtub. The scent of lavender and chamomile wafted up, mingling with the soap suds, and she let out a deep sigh. This was her sanctuary, her haven from the chaos that had been swirling around her.As she lay there in the bathtub, her head underwater, Kimberly's mind began to wander. Thoughts of Fiona, of Nicholas, of Levi, and of the mysterious forces that seemed to be driving them all towards some unknown destiny, swirled through her brain like a maelstrom. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of uncertainty, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.Her mind continued reeling from the aftermath of Levi's brutal massacre, and his shocking revelation that he was her father. The words still echoed in her mind, leaving her feeling utterly bewildered and conflicted. A part of her felt an inexplicable connection to Levi, a sense of familiarity that she couldn't quite explai

As Nicholas climbed the stairs with Kimberly in his arms, he couldn't help but tease her about her precarious state. "You know, if I weren't carrying you, you'd probably trip and fall on these stairs," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "You're so full, you can barely walk straight."Kimberly giggled heartily, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Hey, that's not fair!" she protested, playfully hitting Nicholas's broad, hard chest. "I can walk straight." She argued.Nicholas chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Oh, really? Then why are you swaying like a drunk person?" he asked, his voice full of teasing laughter.Kimberly's giggles turned into a full-blown laugh, and Nicholas's heart swelled with happiness. He loved hearing her laugh, loved seeing the joy radiate from her face.As they reached the top of the stairs, "I'm glad you enjoyed dinner," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down her spine.Kimberly's laughter slowed, and she looked up at Nicholas, her eyes shini

Still at the Church. Sheila's eyes locked onto the priest's back as he made his way to the confession box, her mind racing with the implications of his persistence. She knew she couldn't let him discover Timmy hidden in the confession box. With a calculated calmness, Sheila's gaze drifted to the nearby candelabra, its heavy base glinting in the dim light.Without hesitation, Sheila grasped the candelabra in a twinkle of an eye, its weight solid in her hands. The priest, oblivious to the danger lurking behind him, continued to walk calmly towards the box. Sheila's eyes flashed with a cold determination as she raised the candelabra, its base crashing down onto the priest's skull with a sickening thud.The priest's eyes widened in shock, his body crumpling to the floor as Sheila stood over him, the candelabra still clutched in her hands. For a moment, she stared down at the priest's lifeless body, her chest heaving with exertion.With a swift motion, Sheila hid the candelabra behind a n