Semua Bab Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

GWEN’S POVThe world narrowed down to Lucien—the warmth of his lips, the solid press of his hands, the way his kiss felt like it was drawing out a part of me I didn’t know I’d been hiding. Lucian’s closeness washed over me, his scent, a mix of earth and something uniquely him, making it hard to think of anything else.And yet, as he deepened the kiss, my mind was in turmoil, flashes of memories crashing over me, thoughts of everything that had brought me to this moment. My eyes were wide open, taking in the sight of his face close to mine, the intensity in his expression softened by something vulnerable and raw. My wolf stirred with excitement, urging me forward, a feeling of anticipation building inside me that was thrilling but also terrifying.This is Lucian, I reminded myself as if saying his name would anchor me somehow and help me make sense of the rush of emotions flooding my chest. Lucian, not Damien. Damien’s kisses had always felt calculated, like a transaction, a way to pro

My pulse was still racing as I slipped out of the balcony, ignoring the curious glances of strangers who no doubt noticed my flushed face and hurried steps. My mind was a haze of emotions I couldn’t quite place, swirling in a tangled mess of nerves, confusion, and, if I dared admit it, exhilaration.I barely noticed the group of young women gathered near the entrance to the hallway, their hushed voices rising and falling in rhythmic gossip. I caught a few of their sidelong glances as I passed, but I didn’t have the energy to care. I’d spent too long in this new world, trying to stay unnoticed and out of the way. Right now, all I wanted was space, just a few moments alone to collect myself and figure out why, exactly, Lucian’s touch had shaken me so deeply.As soon as I entered the bathroom, I shut the door behind me, bracing myself against it as I finally exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. My shoulders dropped, the tension in my body easing just slightly as I took

LUCIAN’S POVI stood beside Ethan, still trying to make sense of what had just happened, feeling a cascade of emotions that refused to settle. Arlene—no, Gwen. She was Gwen, and I knew that, but every part of my being was still struggling to grasp it. Every instinct told me to protect her, to shield her from whatever forces had conspired to keep her hidden, reborn under a different name. But the kiss, the depth in her eyes—everything between us had felt like it could break me in ways I hadn’t anticipated.I caught myself clenching my fists and forcing them to relax, though my mind refused to slow down. I was failing, and the feeling left me hollow.“Lucian?” Ethan’s voice broke through my reverie, drawing me back into the moment. He wore his usual calm expression, but there was a hint of worry there, something I rarely saw from him. “You alright?”I opened my mouth, then closed it, struggling to find the right words. Alright was the furthest thing from what I was feeling.“No,” I admi

Gwen’s POVI stared, frozen, as Lucian stormed down the hallway towards us. The rage in his eyes was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. Every step he took seemed to send a shockwave through the hall, his aura radiating power and fury that practically sucked the air out of the space. It was so overwhelming, so intense, that my fear and humiliation somehow took a back seat.And then his eyes landed on me. They softened, just for a moment. But even that brief flicker of emotion sent my heart spiraling. I felt something in my chest twist painfully, like his anger was wrapping around me, squeezing tighter with each beat. Without even realizing it, tears began to sting my eyes.“Lucian…” I whispered, barely able to find my voice.He didn’t say anything in response. He just kept walking, his gaze dark and unreadable, a strange mixture of protective anger and something else—something raw that made me feel so exposed. My wolf whimpered softly within me, sensing his emotions blending with mi

Lucian’s POVI took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm still raging inside me. My eyes met Gwen’s, and the hurt and humiliation I saw there made my chest tighten. She looked lost, her hair damp and dress stained with wine. Without a second thought, I stepped forward, taking her hands in mine.“It’s okay,” I said softly, squeezing her hands. “I’ve got you.”Gwen’s eyes filled with relief, and she nodded, though her expression was still clouded with worry. I turned, ready to get her out of there and away from these people who didn’t deserve her presence. But as we took our first step, a voice cut through the tense silence.“Walking away, Lucian?” Damien’s voice dripped with mockery. “Are you just going to run like a coward?”I stiffened but kept walking, not willing to rise to his bait. My priority was Gwen. She needed to get out of this toxic space, and Damien’s taunts weren’t worth my attention. The guests were whispering now, watching the scene unfold like it was entertainment.