All Chapters of My ex-Luna came back for revenge: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Evelyn’s P.o.vThe weight of uncertainty hung heavy over the room. Gaius, Lisa, Adam, and I sat in the study, the air thick with tension as we tried to piece together our next move. My father’s whereabouts—or what Roman believed to be his fate—loomed over every word spoken.“We need to consider the possibility that Cyrus has him,” I said, breaking the silence. My voice trembled slightly, but I forced myself to speak clearly. “If Roman isn’t lying, and if my father’s not dead, there’s no one else who would go to such lengths to keep him hidden.”Lisa nodded thoughtfully, her gaze sharp as she exchanged a glance with Adam. “It would make sense,” she said, tapping her fingers against the armrest of her chair. “Cyrus would gain leverage over you that way. And we know he doesn’t shy away from using people as pawns.”Adam leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “If Cyrus does have him, we need proof before we act. Otherwise, we’re walking into a trap.”“I know that,” I replied, try

Evelyn's povThe scent was unmistakable. As soon as I opened my eyes, it hit me—the rich, comforting smell of the meals my mother used to make. It was a blend of herbs, spices, and something warm and hearty, familiar and safe. I could almost hear her humming in the kitchen, the sound that always seemed to follow the delicious aroma of her cooking. For a moment, I thought I had drifted back in time, back to when everything was simpler, when my biggest concern was running through the halls of the packhouse with my siblings, laughing and carefree.I rose slowly from bed, the lingering warmth of the covers against my skin making me want to sink back into them. But the smell pulled me out of my stupor, and I couldn’t resist. I slipped into my slippers and walked quietly down the hall, following the scent like a trail.When I entered the kitchen, my steps faltered. There, standing at the stove, was Clara. She was stirring something in a pot, her focus completely on the task at hand. I co

Evelyn's pov“Evelyn, you need to eat something,” Gaius said softly, his voice filled with worry as he knelt beside me. His hand reached for mine, but I pulled it back, squeezing further into myself on the couch. The blanket wrapped around my shoulders felt like the only thing keeping me together.“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, my voice low.“You’ve been saying that for days,” he cut in, his tone strict now, though not unkind. “You can’t keep doing this. Your body needs—”“My body needs nothing,” I interrupted, my voice sharp as my gaze finally met his. “What’s the point, Gaius? Why does it even matter?”He flinched, but instead of arguing, he moved closer, his green eyes searching mine. “It matters because you matter, Evelyn. Don’t you see that? I can’t lose you too.”My throat tightened, the weight of his words settling over me like a heavy wood. “You deserve better than this,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “Better than me. I couldn’t even…”“Stop,” he said firmly, cutting me o

“Evelyn, I need you to listen to me,” Gaius said, his voice low but steady, cutting through the anger consuming me. His green eyes fixed on mine, unwavering, even as my wolf bared her teeth and snarled in warning.“I can’t,” I gasped, my voice broken, almost unrecognizable. The primal force inside me surged, raw and uncontrollable, drowning out reason. My claws flexed, slicing the air as I took an instinctive step back.“You can,” Gaius cut in, stepping closer, his movements deliberate, calm. “You’re stronger than this, Evelyn. Look at me. I’m right here.”A guttural growl erupted from my throat, and before I could stop myself, I lunged. My wolf moved with blind fury, her grief a palpable force driving her.Gaius was ready. He stepped to his sides swiftly, catching my wrists mid way. His grip was strong but not harsh, a steady counter to the wildness consuming me.“Evelyn, stop!” he barked, his Alpha tone cutting through the haze like a sharp blade.But my wolf wasn’t ready to stop. S

“Is that him?” I whispered, my breath heavy as I pointed to the lean figure on the screen. My pulse raced as the image of a tall man with a beard came into view.Zack leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he studied the footage. “Wait a second…” He paused the video, freezing the frame on the man’s face as he roamed outside the orphanage gates.Gaius, who had entered silently moments before, crossed his arms and looked over the laptop. “Zoom in,” he ordered, his voice tense.“It’ll lose clarity,” Zack replied, though he did as instructed.The graphics blurred slightly, but the man’s features remained recognisable enough—sharp cheekbones, a scruffy beard, and eyes that seemed to move nervously around him.“I know him,” Gaius said suddenly, his voice sharp.My stomach twisted. “Who is he?”“He worked at one of the factories,” Gaius explained, his expression dark. “The one that Cyrus had blown up. He survived the blast but disappeared shortly after. We assumed he fled.”My heart sank as