All Chapters of Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lucian’s POVEthan practically dragged me into my room, insisting he stay over for the night. I didn’t see the point, but he had this look in his eyes like he wasn’t going to let it go.“You’re not getting rid of me tonight, Lucian,” he said, flopping down on the couch in the corner of my room. “I’m staying right here, just in case. Plus, you’ve been acting weird lately, and I need to keep an eye on you.”I rolled my eyes, but the truth was, I didn’t have the energy to argue. “I don’t need a babysitter, Ethan.”“Call it what you want, but you’re not alone tonight. End of discussion.” He crossed his arms and gave me a smug grin.“Fine, whatever. Just don’t start rearranging my things like you did last time,” I muttered, throwing a blanket over myself and trying to get comfortable in bed.Morning came with a vengeance. I woke up with a sharp, stabbing pain in my abdomen, like someone was twisting a knife inside me. It was the kind of pain that made it impossible to think straight, and I

Gwen’s POVSilence settled between Ethan and me for a while. I felt like I was starting to understand Lucian a little better now. His reserved nature, his reluctance to open up, it all made sense. He’d been through so much, and the weight of that loss was still with him.“So… Lucian never found his mate?” I asked quietly.Ethan shook his head. “No. And even now, he carries the weight of that promise. A part of him still holds on to Arlene, even though she’s gone.”I didn’t know what to say. I felt like a fool for even thinking I could compete with someone like Arlene, someone who Lucian had loved enough to make such a promise for. But at the same time, I realized something important.“I didn’t know,” I whispered, feeling a lump form in my throat. “I didn’t know how much he’d been through.”Ethan stood up, his expression softening. “It’s a lot, Gwen. But you should know, you’re not competing with Arlene. She’s gone, and Lucian’s moving on in his way. You’re here now, and that’s what ma

Lucian’s POVI couldn’t believe what was happening. As we sat in the backseat of the car, Gwen’s hand in mine, something hit me hard. It wasn’t just that we shared each other’s pain, that strange connection where if she got hurt, I felt it too. No, this was different. This was deeper.I could feel her emotions. Like, feel them. And it was messing with me because I wasn’t just picking up on her nervousness, I was feeling it too. It made my chest tighten, and when I looked at her, I could see that she was struggling just as much as I was. Tears were welling up in her eyes, and that threw me off more than I wanted to admit.I don’t cry. It’s not my thing. But right then, sitting there with her, I felt it. I felt that lump in my throat, the burn in my eyes. And I realized something: it wasn’t just her pain we shared. We shared our feelings and our emotions.It dumbfounded me. I didn’t know what to do with that discovery. It was like a door had opened between us that I hadn’t even known wa

Gwen’s POVThe event had begun with all the formalities one would expect from an event teeming with Alphas, Lunas, and their ambitious heirs. The hall was grand, every corner meticulously decorated to exude power and prestige. But despite the sparkling chandeliers, the polished silverware, and the laughter echoing across the room, a tension hung thick in the air.Unsurprisingly, Damien was the one causing the tension.He was standing on a dais in the middle of the room, right under the chandeliers as though he belonged in some painting titled Portrait of Arrogance. He wore a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, and his voice carried over the crowd, smooth and self-assured.“And to think that after the betrayal at the coronation—after the woman meant to share my throne vanished into the night—I still rose,” he declared, drawing out each word. “I became Alpha, undeterred, stronger. Because that’s what true leaders do. They rise above misfortune and betrayal.”Betrayal. I scoffed under my b

LUCIEN’S POVThe hum of voices and the subtle strains of orchestral music surrounded me as I stood at the edge of the hall, scanning the room with a carefully honed detachment. A figure moved into my line of sight. Damien strode up to me, his face plastered with a confident, almost smug expression. The way he moved and carried himself—a touch too self-assured—reminded me of the rivalry we shared, even though he was not aware of it.In my mind, I could still hear Gwen’s broken voice as she explained how he had betrayed her along with her maid, Elara. "Lucian," he greeted, extending his hand with an overly gracious smile that didn’t reach his eyes.“Damien,” I responded, taking his hand briefly before letting it drop. I kept my tone neutral, even as he stared at me with that calculating gleam in his eyes.“I wanted to speak with you privately. There’s a matter I’d like to discuss—a proposal. One that could benefit both of us.”I tilted my head, allowing a faint smirk to show. “A propo