All Chapters of Alpha’s Scumbag: Sorry My Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Georgia’s POVThe journey to the Lycan kingdom had been long, but the anticipation kept me awake through most of the night. Lucy and I arrived at a modest hotel just outside the capital, where we spent the night in preparation for the grand festival the following day. By dawn, the kingdom was already lively. I could hear distant sounds of drums and flutes, the echo of festivities beginning even before the sun fully rose. Lucy and I dressed quickly, draping ourselves in the simple but elegant attire we had brought for the occasion. As we stepped out of the hotel and made our way toward the kingdom’s gates. The entrance to the Lycan kingdom was a sight to behold. Towering gates stood open, their iron frames entwined with golden vines that pulsed faintly, as if alive with magic. Lycans of all ranks welcomed guests warmly, their voices filled with excitement as they guided visitors inside. The streets were lined with banners of their pack name, fluttering in the wind, carrying the king

Lucy’s POVI watched as Georgia strolled to the window, her fingers curled around the thin fabric of the curtain as she stared outside. “You can’t stay here forever, Georgia,” I said quietly.She didn’t respond at first, just exhaled softly as if my words were an inevitable truth she wasn’t ready to face. Then, finally, she spoke.“I don’t want to go back,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “Kael is here and I want to find him.”I moved closer, sitting on the chair beside her. “I know,” I said. “But you can’t hide here either. Father is waiting.”Her expression flickered, something unreadable passing through her features. “I know?” she murmured.I frowned slightly. “Of course.”She let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. “That’s the thing, isn’t it? He’s always waiting. And when I finally get there, it’s never the right time.”I exhaled, running a hand through my hair. “Georgia, I understand. But we can’t keep postponing this. We need to go home. Forget about Kael.For a mo

Georgia’s POVThe next day, making my way out, I was met with a sight that made me fill in rage.And there, sitting upon that throne, was Damien.I halted in my tracks as I took in the sight before me. He sat back, one leg crossed over the other, his fingers lazily tracing the armrest as if he belonged there. But what sent a sharp, anger through me was the crown. It didn’t belong to him and yet he held it on.“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My voice snapped through the silence.”Damien turned his head toward me slowly, his expression unreadable as he smiled.“Admiring the view,” he said simply, tilting his head back slightly as if daring me to challenge him.Rage burned hot inside me. “Get off of it,” I seethed, marching toward him. “Take that damn thing off. You have no right…”He exhaled a slow breath, deliberately reaching up and adjusting the crown slightly on his head, making it gleam under the filtered light. “No right?” His voice was calm, too calm. “Tell me, Georgia

Georgia’s POVLater that day, Lucy sat across from me at the breakfast table, I knew something was wrong. It wasn’t just the overly polite way she had asked if we could talk in private or the way she tucked a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, something she only did when she was nervous. It was the way she looked at me, as if she had made up her mind about something she knew I wouldn’t like.I sipped my tea.She exhaled, her lips curling into a small, hesitant smile. “I just want you to listen to me before reacting.”That wasn’t a good start.Lucy and I had always been close or at least I thought we had. She was my step-sister, yes, but we grew up together, shared secrets, and whispered about our crushes in the dark when we were younger. But now, sitting in front of me with that unnerving calmness, I had the sinking feeling that something was about to break.She hesitated for a second before speaking, and when she did, her voice was maddeningly composed. “I’ve been thinking

Georgia’s POVThe boys’ quarters was small but enough for what I needed. I dropped my bag by the bed, sighing as I took in my surroundings. A single wooden table stood by the window and a chair was tucked under it. I pulled out my phone, fingers moving as I navigated to the visa application website. I had checked everything before, my documents, my financial statements, my reason for travel. Everything was in order. There was no reason for rejection. No reason at all.Yet, as I filled in my information and pressed submit, the response came instantly.“Your application has been declined. You do not meet the eligibility criteria.”I frowned. That had to be a mistake. I double-checked my details, ensured every box was ticked, and tried again.“Application rejected. You are ineligible for a visa at this time.”A slow frustration crept into my chest. I met all the requirements. I had the necessary funds, the valid passport, and even the sponsorship letter. So why was it rejecting me? Was