All Chapters of My ex-Luna came back for revenge: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The guilt sat heavy in my chest, an unbearable weight that refused to lift. I paced the length of my room, Layla standing nearby with an expression that hovered between curiosity and impatience. My thoughts kept circling back to Matthias—the betrayal etched in his face when Gaius had him dismissed from his duties earlier that day.It was my fault.All of it.If I hadn’t been so careless, so impulsive in showing my excitement during training, none of this would have happened. The pack wouldn’t be whispering behind my back, Gaius wouldn’t be questioning my loyalty, and Matthias wouldn’t have lost the honor of serving as my guard.“Do you always wear the floor thin when you’re feeling guilty?” Layla asked, her voice breaking through the fog of my thoughts.I stopped, turning to face her. “He didn’t deserve this.”Her eyes gleamed with something I couldn’t quite place—was it satisfaction? Amusement? “Maybe not,” she said lightly, adjusting the cuffs of her dress. “But you can’t undo it no

The heat from the flames clawed at my skin as I dashed into the burning building, the crackling fire roaring like a beast eager to consume everything in its path. Smoke stung my eyes, turning my vision into a blur of shadows and flickering orange light.“Stay low and keep moving!” I shouted to the soldiers and caretakers who were rushing past me, each carrying terrified children.My lungs burned as I crouched, scanning the chaos for any sign of movement. A boy cried out from behind a fallen beam, his small frame trembling as the fire closed in around him.“I’ve got you!” I called, scrambling over the debris. My muscles ached from the effort, but I pushed through, grabbing him under his arms and hoisting him up.“Hold on to me, okay?” I said as I wrapped him securely in my arms.He nodded wordlessly, his tear-streaked face buried against my shoulder. I hurried back toward the exit, my ears ringing as a portion of the ceiling collapsed behind us. The roar of the flames grew louder, but

Cyrus’s POVThe sun streamed through the towering windows of my office, bathing the room in a golden glow. But its warmth did nothing to ease the chill running through me. My fingers tapped rhythmically against the polished wood of my desk, the sound sharp and precise, as I waited for the call.I had built this empire brick by brick, crushed every rival in my path, and climbed higher than anyone dared to imagine. Yet here I was, waiting for the Council of Elders to call me. My patience was wearing thin.The sharp buzz of my phone cut through the silence, and I snatched it up immediately. The screen displayed a single name: Council of Elders.I pressed the phone to my ear. “This had better be good,” I said, my voice cold and clipped.“Alpha Cyrus,” came a measured voice on the other end. It was one of the Council’s representatives—no doubt chosen for their ability to speak without emotion, to remain neutral. “The Council has reviewed the ongoing situation with Alpha Gaius Hartwood and

Gaius’s POVThe council chamber was unbearably stifling, despite the faint breeze filtering through the high windows. My knuckles pressed against the smooth surface of the table as I locked eyes with the lead councilor. His expression remained neutral—too neutral—and I already knew what was coming.“After careful deliberation,” he began, his voice steady but devoid of any urgency, “the recording you provided has been deemed irrelevant to this case.”The words hit me like a cold slap, though I kept my expression steady. My wolf growled faintly in the back of my mind, mirroring the frustration boiling in my chest.“Councilor,” I said, my voice measured, though it took effort to maintain, “that recording exposes Cyrus for the manipulative liar he is. How can you possibly call it irrelevant?”A murmur swept through the chamber. Some of the other councilors exchanged uneasy glances, but the lead councilor remained unperturbed.“The recording lacks sufficient context,” he replied, folding h

Evelyn's P.o.vThe air in the packhouse was suffocating. My wolf moved uneasy beneath my skin, her unease mirroring my own as Roman stood before me, his expression a mixture of defiance and barely concealed fear. His hands were clenched at his sides, his jaw tight, but his eyes betrayed him. “I told you,” he said, his voice wavering despite his attempt at control, “I don’t know where Father is.” “Liar,” I said, taking a step closer. My voice was steady, but inside, my anger simmered, threatening to boil over. “You’re hiding something, Roman. Just tell me the truth.” “I’m not hiding anything!” he snapped, though his gaze darted to Gaius, who stood at my side, silent and imposing. Gaius didn’t speak, but his presence alone was enough to make Roman flinch. I narrowed my eyes, my wolf growling low in my chest. “Do you think I’m stupid? Do you think I don’t see through you? I know you know something. Stop wasting my time.” Roman’s lips pressed into a thin line, and he took a st