All Chapters of My ex-Luna came back for revenge: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

CyrusI adjusted my tie, ensuring it lay straight, before stepping up to the podium. The cameras rolled, their lenses focusing on me, capturing every calculated detail of my expression.“Good evening, my brothers and sisters of the packs,” I began, my voice smooth and commanding, filling the room and, undoubtedly, countless homes across the territories. “Today marks the beginning of a new era—one of strength, order, and true leadership.”I allowed the silence to stretch, feeding off the weight of my words. The carefully orchestrated scene behind me—the subdued Council of Elders bound and gagged—spoke volumes without me needing to say more.“For too long,” I continued, pacing slowly, “the Council of Elders has failed us. They’ve pretended to stand for justice and unity, while secretly indulging in corruption and cowardice. They’ve betrayed the very packs they swore to protect.”I turned toward the camera, letting my gaze pierce through the screen. “But no more.”The feed switched to a

EvelynThe pack house was filled with tension, each step echoing with an unspoken fear that had settled over the pack. Rumors spread in hushed conversations, whispers that carried the weight of panic. I could feel it everywhere—the unease, the doubt, the fear of what might come next.Gaius stood in the council room, his broad shoulders squared as he faced the pack elders and advisers. The light from the high windows cast long rays on his face, but his expression was unreadable, a mask of control.“Alpha,” one of the elders began, his voice thin and brittle with age. “We understand your position, but Cyrus’s forces grow stronger every day. Packs far more powerful than ours have already fallen under his control. We must… reconsider our options.”The room fell silent, everyone waiting for Gaius’s response. His green eyes burned with quiet fury as he turned to face the elder.“You mean surrender,” he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for misunderstanding.The elder shifted uncomfortab

The days blurred together, each one passing in a haze of grief and confusion that seemed to stretch on endlessly. Time felt irrelevant now, a concept I couldn't quite grasp, as if everything around me had come to a stand still. The fear awoken by my father’s last words—those heartbreaking truths he had spoken to me—burned steadily in my chest.Every corner of the pack house seemed quieter than before, suffocatingly still. His absence was everywhere, in the empty spaces that once held his presence. His laughter, his commands, the way he moved with authority and grace—gone.I barely saw Gaius. He seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once. His body was present in the pack house, but his mind was elsewhere. He was always somewhere else—physically here but mentally adrift, consumed by thoughts that I couldn’t reach. When he did pass through the hallways, his green eyes were distant, far away. His gaze didn’t meet mine; his presence felt like a shadow rather than the man I once knew. He w

Evelyn As we got home, I stormed into the living room. My thoughts had been swirling like a hurricane. “You need to explain this,” I demanded, as I turned my gaze to face Gauis. “How is Raven the fourth associate?” Gaius sighed, as he ran his hand through his hair. He gestured for me to sit, but I remained rooted to the spot I was. I wasn't going to sit for this, I was comfortable where I stood. “Raven wasn’t always the woman you know her as now,” Gauis spoke, his tone heavy. “Before she allied with Cyrus, she was part of a rogue pack. A pack that Cyrus destroyed to prove his strength. She only survived because she offered him her loyalty in exchange for her life.” “Offered her loyalty?” I repeated, surprised. “ You putting it that way makes it seem simple. She helped him build his empire, Gaius.” I roared. “I know,” he said, his voice low. “But it wasn’t as simple as you think. She was his prisoner, Evelyn. She had no choice.”he defended her. “She had a choice when she bet

EvelynGaius and I moved in silence, our exhaustion evident. The water crisis had drained us, both physically and emotionally, but we found solace in small moments of togetherness.“We should visit the orphanage,” I said softly as we finished a quick breakfast. “It’s been a while since we’ve checked in. It might help to see the children.”Gaius nodded, though his expression remained grim. “You’re right. They’ll remind us why we’re doing this.”The walk to the orphanage was quiet, the tension between us choking. When we reached the familiar building, the sight of the cozy brick structure brought a fleeting sense of peace. This was one of the few places untouched by the chaos that Cyrus had unleashed—or so I thought.The moment we stepped inside, something felt off. The usual warmth and chatter of children playing was absent, replaced by an eerie stillness. Grace, the orphanage’s caretaker, appeared almost immediately, her face pale and drawn. She clutched her apron tightly, her hands