All Chapters of Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ELARAThe room stilled as Lucian’s voice cut through the heavy silence, each word deliberate and sharp.“Arlene, join me,” he commanded, his tone as authoritative as ever.The grand double doors opened, and she appeared. Arlene. She walked with the grace of someone who had been born into power, each step deliberate, her gown trailing elegantly behind her. Every eye in the room followed her as she moved, but none more intensely than Damien’s.I clenched my fists, the nails digging into my palms as I stood rigidly by his side. His eyes were practically glued to her, tracing every curve, every line of her face. It was as if no one else existed in the room. The nerve of him, so openly gawking! My jaw tightened, but I bit back the retort rising to my lips.Arlene stopped a few steps from Lucian, her head held high, and her gaze as steady as his. Lucian reached out, guiding her to stand beside him, his hand resting briefly on her back.“She’s the one you owe your apologies to,” Lucian said,

GWENThe weight of their stares bore into me, but I refused to flinch. Damien’s accusations hung in the air like smoke, but I could see through his bravado. He was grasping at straws, desperate to shift the focus from his unraveling lies.I crossed my arms and tilted my head slightly, my voice cold and steady as I finally spoke. “Damien, you’re far from your territory. You should be more concerned with watching over your pack instead of causing trouble in someone else’s.”His head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing with defiance. “I don’t need a lecture from you, Arlene—if that’s even your real name.”Lucian stiffened beside me, his hand flexing at his side. His voice cut through the tension like a blade. “Damien, you’ve overstepped. You’ve done enough damage here tonight. I suggest you leave while you still can.”Damien sneered but didn’t move. He glanced at Elara, who looked as if she’d been struck speechless. For once, she offered no sly remark, no snide comeback. She simply shift

GWENI sat there, trying to make sense of what just happened. My heart thumped wildly, refusing to calm down. Damien’s accusations, Lucian’s pointed words, Elara’s silent shock, it all swirled around me like a storm. But none of that was what had me staring into space, my mind caught in an endless loop.Lucian. Why did he have to kiss me this time? What did it mean? I turned my head slightly and saw him standing by the window, the soft glow of moonlight outlining his broad shoulders. He was a few feet away, close but unreachable, his eyes lost in the night sky.I took a shaky breath, the weight in my chest tightening. The room felt colder now, the silence stretching and making every heartbeat louder in my ears. I wanted to speak, to ask him why—to understand—but my voice seemed locked behind my confusion. Everything about him felt different now. His gaze, his touch, even the way he stood there as if something deeper was pulling him away from all of us.For so long, I’d watched him, an

DAMIENThe drive back home felt like it took forever, even though we were just a few minutes out. My head was spinning, trying to process everything that happened. And then there was her. Arlene. She wasn’t even with me now, but I couldn’t shake the image of her from earlier, right before I was practically walked out of the palace by Ethan.I kept replaying the scene in my mind. Lucian had been acting strange like there was something more to this whole "relationship" thing he had with her. I’d walked into that room earlier, expecting to find Lucian in one of his usual moods, but instead, he’d been all over Arlene like she was his world. The way they looked at each other, the way she smiled at him, it was all so... off. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something didn’t feel right.The more I thought about it, the more I realized how much I didn’t trust what I had seen. There was no way Lucian was acting that way for nothing. Sure, he had a reputation, but today? He was doing way too

GWENThe weight of sleep was heavy on my eyelids, pulling me down, but something unfamiliar, sharp, and insistent clawed its way into my mind, dragging me from the depths of rest. Then I felt it.Fear.It tightened around my chest like a vise, cold, unyielding, and raw. The sensation wasn’t my own—I would have recognized it immediately if it were—but it was vivid as if I were experiencing it through a stranger’s eyes. It was a fear that didn’t just sit in my mind; it poured through every nerve, every muscle, making each breath harder to draw. Lucian.I blinked, my vision slowly adjusting to the darkness. The room was still, save for the soft patter of rain against the windows and the distant rumble of thunder that hinted at a storm brewing outside. My heart thudded in my chest, the sound amplified in the quiet. I lay there for a moment, disoriented, unsure of what had pulled me from sleep so abruptly.Then I felt it.It wasn’t a sound or a physical disturbance. It was a sensation—an a