All Chapters of Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damien’s POVAs I sat in the dimly lit wine cellar, the taste of the Cabernet still lingering on my tongue, I tried to shake off the unsettling feeling the dream had left me with. The wine was supposed to calm my nerves, but even as I took another sip, that nagging sense of unease refused to leave me. I swirled the glass in my hand, staring at the deep red liquid as if it held answers.“Gwen,” I muttered under my breath. It couldn’t be her. She was dead. She had to be. If she wasn’t, someone would have found her body by now, right?But deep down, something gnawed at me. The dream wasn’t just a random nightmare. There was something about it, something that felt real, even though I hadn’t been able to see her face. The darkness in the dream had cloaked her features, but I knew it was her. I could feel it. Her presence, her energy, it was unmistakable.“This is ridiculous,” I growled, standing up and pacing the length of the wine cellar. “She’s dead. She has to be.”Yet the more I tried

Lucian’s POVI watched as Gwen’s expression hardened, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. She wasn’t budging on her decision, and I could see the fear and caution in her eyes.“Gwen,” I said, my voice softer now, trying to reason with her. “No one’s going to recognize you. You’re not... you anymore. You’re in Arlene’s body now. To them, you’re just another face. A stranger.”She shook her head, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Lucian, you don’t understand. Damien might not know who I am on sight, but I’ll give myself away. The way I move, the way I talk, he’ll pick up on something. That man is dangerous. He killed me once. I’m not giving him a second chance.”I stepped closer to her, feeling the tension radiating off her. "You’re not Gwen Silverfang anymore, not to them. You’re Arlene, and that’s all they’ll see. It’s the perfect cover."She still didn’t look convinced. "Even if I go in there with a new face, it won’t matter if I act suspicious. And what about my scent?

Gwen’s POVAfter accepting the invitation, I looked at Lucian and grinned, though a part of me still felt a bit uneasy about facing Damien and Elara again. But if I was going to do this, I wanted to be ready."Let’s train more," I said, feeling the determination rise in me. If I was going to attend this event, I needed to be in control of myself, my abilities, and whatever I might face.Lucian nodded, his expression softening. “Of course. We’ll go at your pace, Gwen.”We headed back to the training grounds, leaving Ethan alone in Lucian’s office because he said that he had something to take care of. As we stepped into the training ground, the evening air cooled against my skin. I could feel my heart pounding, not just from the thought of shapeshifting again, but also from Lucian’s presence. He was always calm, patient, and steady. He made me feel like I could do this like I wasn’t as broken as I sometimes believed.“Let’s start with the basics,” Lucian said gently as we stepped into

Lucian’s POVI sighed deeply, still trying to process everything Ethan had just told me. The idea that Gwen and I were connected like this felt unreal. But I couldn't deny the pain I'd felt, the way it mirrored hers. I ran a hand through my hair, glancing over at Ethan, still standing with his arms crossed, watching me closely."So, what now?" I asked, breaking the silence. "Am I just supposed to walk up to Gwen and say, 'Hey, by the way, we’re soul-bound and I feel everything you do'?"Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "Not exactly like that. Maybe ease into it a little. You know, start by asking if she felt anything unusual earlier. You don't have to drop the soul-bound theory right away."I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, 'cause that wouldn’t freak her out at all." I leaned back in my chair, staring at the ceiling again. "This is insane."Ethan sat down across from me, his expression turning more serious. "Look, I know it sounds crazy, but you must talk to her. You’re both in this

Lucian’s POVAs I lay on the edge of my bed, lost in thought, the door creaked open, and a small procession of servants shuffled into my room. I thought it was Lucian because he had left my room angrily earlier. The maids were carrying boxes and garment bags, their arms full of dresses, shoes, and accessories for the upcoming party. I barely noticed them at first, still caught up in my swirling emotions and the remnants of pain that lingered from earlier.“Careful with that!” one of the maids called out as another stumbled slightly, shifting the weight of a heavy box. Their chatter faded into the background as I focused on adjusting the pillows on my bed.“Can you believe it?” another maid piped up, her voice tinged with excitement. “Gwen is pulling it off! The way she has the Alpha wrapped around her finger is just incredible.”“Seriously,” another maid chimed in, her tone conspiratorial. “He’s practically giving her everything! Have you seen the diamond necklace he had us bring for