All Chapters of The Ex-Luna's Revenge: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

/-Alora-/It felt like a physical weight was pressing down on me as I moved back and forth in my room because the air was so charged.Randall turned to see Patrick sitting in the corner, reading a big book that Patrick had borrowed from Randall. He looked at me every once in a while, and his face showed that he was worried and angry.He said it again, "You are going to fall into depression if you don't stop overthinking," but he didn't even look at me."It doesn't matter to me if I did!" I fired back. "Who would I trust, and when will all the steps stop leading me into a trap I wasn't aware of?"Patrick put up his hand, closed the book, and let out a big sigh. That means it's okay for you to question Randall. But there's nothing wrong with what you're doing, Alora. Talking about things that may be beyond your control will simply allow the Allisons of the world to continue to be in charge."The very sound of her calling my name on her lips made me feel as if a gut drop. After she rev

/Alora/The library smelled musty from ancient leather and parchment.I sat at the center table, listening, as the weight of the past held me down like a hand on my chest. Patrick, as always, started sifting through piles and piles of books and worn-out volumes. His eyes were concentrated and wandering over the documents, full of strength to liberate me from the beast in front of him. I don't know what I would do without him being around.Suddenly, he muttered, "Here," and laid a yellowed sheet before me. "This might be what we need."I grabbed for the sensitive, papery piece, but the scribbled text was hardly legible due to the anticlines. It was a record, one that documented a deal between my mother's pack and a rogue Alpha named Lucius. Another name I knew right away, and the sound of it filled me with fear."Lucius," I repeated, and instantly regretted it; it was poisonous. "He was an ally turned enemy?"Patrick then moved closer, his expression stern. it appeared that things cha

/Alora/Randall's gaze was fixed on me, and I exuded the unpleasant sensation of being under someone's watch. His dark eyes looked pitiful, but I didn't appear affected by them. I forced myself to look away as if fascinated by the thrilling design of our beloved carved windowpane."You don't get it, do you?" I whispered, and you could hear my irritation in those words."What is it I don't understand, Alora?" he asked, moving closer to her. Although he was not particularly loud, his voice was more composed than I expected, which made me even angrier.I turned around to face him and folded my arms. "What else have you hidden from me? "I can't believe anything you say after lying to me like that."He began with a sigh, trying to explain himself, but I interrupted him, "I've already told you that—""No, you have explained it," I said harshly. "That's not the same thing."Randall sighed. I never imagined this Alpha standing in front of me as the man whom others feared and respected. He see

/Alora/The freshness of the air persisted until I approached the edge of the Night Terrors' terrain: the woodland seemed to stretch for miles. My breathing was quick and fast, and my thoughts were filled with fragments of images that had entered my life. Each image appeared to be burned into my memory as if someone had used an instrument to do it. At every step, I was haunted by the image of my mother: severe yet beautiful, her eyes glowing with the fire I had felt within me.Patrick spoke, and his quiet yet forceful voice pulled me out of my daydreaming. "Alora, you're shaking."I glanced at him and said in as calm a voice as I could, "I'm fine.""No, you're not." His brows furrowed, and he leaned closer, peering at me with vivid green eyes. It's difficult seeing you this way; you've been cold for days, and your face is as pale as a piece of paper. "What did you see?"I paused. How could I begin to convey the chaos erupting deep within me? They were clear and transitory as if seen

AloraThe cold night air dug at my skin as I stood in the clearing, and the tension was evident.The woodland surrounding us appeared to hold its breath, with the typical buzz of nighttime activity replaced by an unnerving quiet. My heart pounded in my chest, torn between the unfathomable options before me. Patrick, chained and injured, knelt at Lucius' knees, his gaze locked on mine. His quiet appeal for survival was a dagger to my soul. Across the clearing, the pack's boundaries were being attacked. The distant growls and snarls of my packmates battling for their lives rang through the forest.The smell of blood floated through the air, mixed with the acidic stink of evil magic—the unmistakable hallmark of Allison's work. Then there came Randall, his towering form emerging from the shadows, his presence merely tightening the knot in my gut. "Alora," Lucius drawled, his voice like poison. He stood over Patrick, one clawed hand grabbing my brother's shoulder. "You've always been a l