All Chapters of My Dethroned Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Elena sat on the couch all by herself. She was staring blankly at the phone clenched in her fingers. Inside the house, the silence was deafening. It had been days since Navian was last home.It had been days since she had seen him, had been wrapped up in the warmth of his presence, or heard his voice. She looked at the clock and then the phone again hoping to find a missed call or a message from him but the screen was still blank.She let out a heavy breath. Calling the guy many times did not work out since he never answered any of the calls. It made her stomach anxious each time it rang and no one picked it up. Or is this it? Is this how they were going to part?Elena felt her heart sink at the thought. She knew there was always a possibility of things turning out like this but she never thought it would be this hurtful. Navian had always been the rock whom she could always count upon. And now it was she was losing him – not that she was breaking up with him, butfelt like he was sli

LANDEN'S POVNavian sighed, a sad smile plastered on his lips that visibly aged him. Leaning back in the chair, he placed his hands on the desk in front of him as though steeling himself for what was to come.I could not help but stare at him; my heart was beating horrendously. I had come here for answers, but now, I was afraid of what I might hear.“Alpha Landen, I want to tell you Anna’s real story,” Navian began softly. His eyes locked onto mine, serious and unflinching. “The story you’ve never heard. It started three months after your divorce.”“Three months?” I repeated, frowning. “I thought she… I thought she had moved on. That she left everything behind after our divorce.”Navian nodded slowly. “That’s what she wanted you to think. But the truth is, she didn’t just leave because of the divorce, Landen. She left because her life—and your son’s life—was in danger.”My breath caught at his words. My son? What is he saying now? I’d always assumed Anna had wanted to cut ties with t

I was alone in my office, simply gazing at the various documents and pictures that covered my desk. An invisible claw seemed to clutch at my heart, tearing it to shreds with every painful thought that threatened to cross my mind. I’d been an ass—an utter moron.Anna, my beautiful and caring soul-mate, the woman who went out of her way to make me a father, got pregnant post-divorce even with a child who is my son. And I didn’t even have a clue. How could I have been that hopeless?I shut my eyes and reclined on the chair, overwhelmed with the weight of some hard-hitting truth. After years of fighting, of us battling to have a child and raise a family, it finally came to be—for I was the one who cast her away.I was so caught up with being Alpha that I could not see clearly the Elders’ insinuation.To be Alpha, I had to ensure the survival and legacy of the pack by producing an heir. And I listened. I believed them instead of trusting the bond I had with my mate.When Anna and I divorce

I returned to the packhouse late in the evening. It seemed as though everyone was holding their breath in anticipation of the next move, such was the obvious tension in the air.With their eyes full of questions they dared not ask, the warriors stationed outside the doors gave me a short nod. I understood the silent questions. They were clearly wondering whether I had been any more productive in the search, specifically, whether I had managed to locate Gerald, or had a plan to rescue Anna and Owen.But I had no responses for them. Not just yet.The moment I made my way inside, I spotted a figure sitting at the corner of the brightly, yet dimly torched sitting room. Hannah resembled a mere shadow of the woman whom I had always known.The proud and confident woman’s head was bowed and her ever shining eyes filled with unshakable trust were now tired and bloodshot. But somehow, I managed to not feel sorry for her, the same way one would for a sad situation.“Landen!” she called out, sta

I marched towards the room where Hannah had been kept seething inside me with rage. She turned to look at me from her position inked in the corner with tears having made her rosy orbs go puffy and red.The calm demeanor she once had was in pieces as her face bore a mixture of fear and desperation. I did not care about him who would cry or beg on her knees for forgiveness. The situation called for a different sort of engagement, addressing her menace, straight away.“Landen, please, you have to believe me,” she started, her voice trembling.“Enough,” I said sharply. “This is your last chance to come clean, Hannah. You have deceived me time and again. I’m done playing games.”She shook her head frantically as if she could make me see her sincerity through sheer force of will. “I’m not lying this time, Landen. I swear. I’ll tell you everything I know about Gerald’s plan, everything I’ve kept hidden.”I folded my arms, trying to keep my temper under control. “And why should I believe you