All Chapters of My Dethroned Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Mikel had suspected Hannah for a while, but to learn that Gerald, the Beta of Moonlight Pack, had betrayed his Alpha? That was a heavy blow. His thoughts were racing, and he could feel the strain of the circumstance rising.He got up and started to pace his office. Why? There was tension in the question.How could Gerald, a man sworn to his Alpha by blood, betray Landen? Was love at the center of this? Was Gerald really in love with Hannah, or was there another motive? Mikel knew there was so much missing out on the puzzle.Was Hannah manipulating Gerald? She had always been obsessed with Landen, everyone knew that. But why keep Gerald in the picture if she had already secured her position as Luna? The more Mikel thought about it, the more twisted the entire situation seemed.What kind of game are they playing? he wondered.The bigger concern, however, was Anna and Owen. Were they still safe? With everything Mikel had uncovered, he couldn’t help but fear for them even more.If Hannah

“I don’t believe this.” Navian’s hand trembled as he stared at the DNA test results. His eyes darted over the confirmation again and again, but the words refused to change.Gerald is Jasper’s father. The thought slammed into him like a sledgehammer. He had suspected it after Mikel’s investigation, but now the proof in front of him, glaring in black and white.He snatched his phone, dialing Mikel immediately. His heart raced as the call rang.The stakes were too high. When Mikel picked up, Navian didn’t waste time.“Mikel, it’s true. The DNA confirms it—Gerald is Jasper’s biological father.”There was silence on the other end for a moment, as if Mikel was trying to process the weight of what Navian had just said. Then came his voice, low and tense,“Are you absolutely sure?”“Yes, Mikel, there’s no mistake. Jasper isn’t Landen’s son.”“Damn it,” Mikel muttered, his voice cracking. “This changes everything.”Navian sank into his chair, feeling the gravity of the revelation pulling him d

Anna's povI was stiff and sore from having my hands tied for most of the day; the skin on my wrists was rubbed sore from the ropes. Owen rolled across my lap, curled up and asleep; his body twitched in the darkness.He had stopped crying hours ago—maybe days ago, I wasn’t sure anymore. The clocks ceased to exist and all that separated them from one another was the dim light that came in through the little crack in the door separating night from day.My eyes opened, they were sticky and droopy, they had not been shut for long, given the terror that I was going through. My body started getting dizzy and I couldn’t understand where I was, my tongue felt fleshy and swollen. And how long had we had been in here? Weeks? I was worried when Owen became silent, but his whimpering was unbearably pitiful and pained. I pulled with all my strength on the ropes in an attempt to loosen them but my arms felt so weak and with each movement, I felt the bolts of pain in my aching muscles. It was no u

The moment he stepped through the door, there seemed to be a tension charge in the air. He appeared to have all the time in the world as he walked slowly and diligently. I pressed my lips tightly and turned away not to yield to agony which I knew he was enjoying watching. “Still holding up, are we?” He said it more like a statement and to me there was something sinister in his jovial tone that made the bristles of my hair stand on end at the back of my neck. I didn’t respond. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t let him have the pleasure of seeing my voice shaking. Frowning, Gerald huffed and pretended as if I had let him down by not responding to his joke. “I suppose you are angry with me now,” he said in a sarcastic and harsh manner.“But you shouldn’t be. After all, everything I have done has been for the greater good. ” My brows drew together, and at long last I opened my mouth to speak, my voice hoarse and ragged. “Greater good?” I spat. “You are being very selfish, Gerald. Very selfish.

I was trying to grasp how far their lying could go, and my head was spinning. For years, they had been preparing for this, operating covertly and controlling everyone in their surroundings. And now, they were so close to achieving their goal.But it wasn’t just about power. It was personal. For Gerald, it had always been personal. And now, I was the last obstacle standing in their way.“My son...” I croaked softly and closed my eyes, tears falling on the boy in my arms, the small, frail body of Owen. “You want to kill my son, don’t you?”Hannah let out a meet and satisfied smirking, her eyes were looking quite evil now.“Owen is a threat, Anna. In a way, he is a threat to anything I have strived to build in my life. If one day Landen discovers that he has a biological son, my elder son will be displaced. I can’t let that happen. Owen has to go.”Those words cut through me like a knife and I personally felt the stab in my chest. My baby. My sweet, innocent Owen. She wanted him dead. On