All Chapters of Revenge Of The Reborn Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

GWENI could see Lucian from across the room, his stance tense, his body rigid as if he were caught in the grip of something far stronger than his usual control. His eyes burned a fierce gold, shimmering like molten metal, while his claws extended, sharp as daggers, digging into the wooden floor beneath him. The air around him crackled with energy, thick and heavy with aggression as if something—or someone—was pulling at him from deep inside.I knew better than anyone that Lucian wasn’t someone you could push around easily. He was the kind of man who could keep his composure no matter what was thrown at him. But right now? He was a different person altogether. There was something more primal about him, something wild and untamed, like a beast ready to break free. And it wasn’t him. It was something else.I took a cautious step forward, my heart racing in my chest, but I couldn’t let him lose himself, not now, not with everything at stake. "Lucian," I called out softly, my voice steady

ETHANThe moment Gwen’s voice faltered, something shifted in the room. I saw it happen—her posture, the way she held herself. It wasn’t her usual guarded composure. It was like someone else had slipped into her skin.Her eyes, normally steady and sharp, now glinted with a strange light. They weren’t unfocused or lost, no. They were piercing, as if she saw something no one else in the room could. Something I couldn’t see.“Lucian doesn’t deserve this,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. She wasn’t speaking to me, not really. Her gaze was locked on Lucian, who lay still on the bed, his breathing shallow but steady.The way she said it—those words—it sent a shiver through me. It wasn’t just what she said but how she said it.I took a cautious step closer, watching her carefully. “Gwen?” I asked, my voice low, steady.She didn’t answer immediately, her head tilting slightly as if listening to something only she could hear. Then she spoke again, her tone colder, sharper. “He’s always

LUCIANHer expression shifted at the question—barely, but enough to notice. It was like the mask she wore cracked for just a second, letting something else, someone else, peek through. She tilted her head slightly, considering me with an unreadable gaze.“Would it matter if I was?” she asked softly, her voice steady but carrying a weight that felt too heavy for Gwen.The air seemed to thicken between us, the silence pressing down like a vice. My chest felt tight, my pulse thundering in my ears as I forced myself to try and stay calm.The weight of her question hung in the air, pressing down on me like an unbearable force. Would it matter if I was?Yes. It would matter. It would change everything. But I couldn’t find the words to say it aloud. Instead, I stood there, frozen, staring at the woman who looked like Gwen but sounded like someone I’d buried long ago.Her head tilted slightly, her gaze never leaving mine. It wasn’t Gwen’s expression—Gwen always carried a guarded edge, a readi

ARLENEThe lake shimmered before me, its surface undisturbed save for the occasional ripple caused by the wind. The lake was tranquil, cradled by a gentle curve of emerald-green hills and bordered by clusters of ancient trees whose branches stretched out like protective arms. In the morning light, the water shimmered, catching the soft hues of the sky—blush pinks blending into tender lavenders, with streaks of golden sunlight cutting through the haze. A thin veil of mist floated lazily above the surface, curling in delicate wisps as if the lake itself was exhaling secrets into the cool air. The shoreline was a mosaic of smooth, flat stones and patches of lush grass, damp with dew. Wildflowers in vibrant shades of violet and yellow peppered the edges, their petals swaying gently in the faint breeze that carried the scent of fresh water and pine. The stillness of the lake was almost unnerving as if it were holding its breath, perfectly mirroring the sky above with only the occasional ri

ARLENEThe lake was calm, the surface shimmering under the soft glow of the morning sun. Ethan sat beside me, his posture stiff and his face tense, as if he was bracing himself for something he couldn’t quite name. I stared out at the water, trying to make sense of the whirlwind in my mind.“I don’t even know where to start,” I muttered, breaking the silence. My voice sounded foreign, even to me, like it didn’t belong at that moment.Ethan turned to me, his expression softening just a little. “Start from the beginning, Arlene. What do you remember?”I let out a shaky breath, pulling my knees up to my chest. “That’s the thing, Ethan. I don’t remember how I got here, how I… took over. It’s like I woke up, and suddenly, I was here, in Gwen’s body. But I don’t know where she went. It’s like she vanished.”Ethan’s jaw clenched. He didn’t respond right away, his eyes narrowing as if he was trying to process what I’d just said.“I’m not playing games,” I added quickly, feeling the weight of