Semua Bab Chasing His Stunning Luna: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Annika’s POV “How long do I have to wait?” I muttered under my breath, pacing the small servant’s quarters assigned to me. The room smelled faintly of lavender and wood polish, an ironic contrast to the storm brewing in my chest. The image of Arianna laughing with Sergio replayed in my mind, each laugh like a needle piercing my skin. The way they looked at each other—it was maddening. He looked at her like she was his entire world. “Marcia, you’re late for the meeting,” one of the maids called out, poking her head through the door. “I’ll be there in a moment,” I replied, forcing a smile. As soon as the door closed, the mask dropped. My lips curled into a sneer. She doesn’t deserve him. She’s just playing the role of a perfect Luna. But I see her. I see through her. She's just the same sly bitch that was beautiful suddenly for no reason, maybe I would have a reason not to hate her so much if only she was as obsesed as she was before. If only she was still that fat and ugly b

ANNIKA’S POV “Marcia, could you bring the Luna’s robe from the laundry room?” The head maid, called out, her voice sharp and brisk. I nodded quickly, keeping my head down. “Yes, ma’am,” I murmured, scurrying toward the hallway that led to the laundry room. It had been weeks of careful planning, precise actions, and playing the part of an obedient maid. I had convinced Arianna of my kindness and diligence, and she had begun to trust me. Sergio, on the other hand, was proving to be a thorn in my side. His eyes seemed to follow me everywhere. But I had come too far to let my nerves betray me now. As I entered the laundry room, the smell of freshly laundered clothes filled the air. I grabbed the Luna’s robe, soft and white like freshly fallen snow. “That scent...” A voice behind me froze me in place. I turned slowly, my stomach twisting into knots. It was Elsa, one of the senior maids. Her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air, her head tilting slightly as if trying to place so

SERGIO’S POV (I think it's important to note that this chapter contains Two different person's POV which is quite rare, I have never done it anyways but I felt it's necessary for the story flow so please forgive your dearest author just this once. Thanks Flammiess) That night, I sat in my study, going over the pack’s records. Something about Marcia didn’t add up. Her scent, her demeanor—it was too polished, too practiced. There was a knock at the door, and Mia stepped in, her expression serious. “You wanted to see me?” she asked. I nodded. “I need you to look into someone. Quietly.” She raised an eyebrow. “Who?” “Marcia,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “She’s hiding something, and I want to know what.” Mia raised a brow, leaning against the wall of my office. “Marcia? The maid? What’s this about?” I ran a hand through my hair, the tension in my shoulders refusing to ease. “Something about her doesn’t sit right with me. Her scent shifts too often, and her demeanor... it fee

SERGIO “She’s not too bad.” The doctor’s words were hesitant, uncertain. Too hesitant. I narrowed my eyes, my patience thinning by the second. "That’s not the answer to my question,” I bit out, my voice laced with controlled anger. “I asked what’s wrong with her.” The doctor stiffened under my gaze but didn’t immediately respond. Instead, he turned back to Arianna, checking her pupils, his fingers ghosting over her wrist to feel her pulse. He exhaled through his nose, his expression unreadable. I took a step closer, the tension between us thick enough to suffocate. Then he sighed. “It’s really nothing serious, Alpha,” he said carefully. “She’s exhausted. Likely from stress. She needs rest—proper rest—and she’ll recover just fine.” I studied him, every muscle in my body coiled with unease. Was he lying? Was he downplaying the severity of her condition? I watched his face for any flicker of dishonesty, any hesitation in his posture. But his expression remained ca

SERGIO’S POV I stepped into the lit room, my heart instantly settling the moment my eyes landed on Arianna. She was propped up against the pillows, her delicate frame wrapped in soft silk sheets, her golden hair cascading over her shoulders. Despite the exhaustion evident in her face, she still looked as breathtaking as ever. “How are you doing, sweetheart?” I murmured, lowering myself beside her. Without hesitation, I buried my face into the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply. She always smelled of vanilla—warm, sweet, and soothing. A scent that had the power to calm even the storm raging inside me. A soft giggle left her lips as she tilted her head slightly to give me more access. “A little lightheaded,” she admitted, her voice light but slightly weak. “But I’ll live.” I pulled back just enough to meet her gaze, my fingers gently tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear before leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. She let out a small, exaggerated pout, her lower l