All Chapters of My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

(Layla’s POV)I grabbed the book again, my fingers shaking so badly I could barely turn the pages. The illustration of my necklace stared back at me, identical in every detail. The same strange markings etched along the silver crescent, the same gemstones embedded in specific points.Excitement pounded through me as I flipped to the section describing the pendant, eager to finally learn its origins. Was it from a royal bloodline? A sacred artifact? The missing piece to my mysterious past?But where the explanation should have been, there was only a jagged edge—the page had been torn out.“No,” I muttered, frantically turning to the next page, hoping for some continuation. Nothing. Just more artifacts with no connection to my necklace.I leafed through the entire book again, checking for loose pages or notes that might have fallen out. Nothing. Just that clean tear where the information should have been.Frustration bubbled up inside me. After years of wondering, the answers had been ri

(Layla’s POV)I exchanged a wary glance with Mom before approaching the door, my muscles tense and ready. Was it Frank, returning for something he’d missed? A neighbor hearing the commotion?When I peered through the peephole, my breath caught in my throat.Mason stood outside, with Abigail hovering behind him.I unlocked the door reluctantly, pulling it open just enough to see them clearly. “What are you doing here?”Mason’s eyebrows rose at my hostile tone. “Hello to you too, Layla.”“My mother just got out of the hospital. We’re busy right now.”“That’s precisely why we’re here,” Abigail chimed in, her voice sweet as honey. She stepped forward, revealing a large basket in her arms. “I wanted to welcome Mrs. Wilkes home personally.”I started to refuse them entry, but Mom appeared beside me. “Alpha Mason, Luna Abigail,” she greeted them warmly. “Please, come in. Excuse the mess—we’ve had a break-in.”I had no choice but to step aside as Mom welcomed them into our apartment. Mason’s

(Layla’s POV)Inside the Silver Moon Council Hall, chaos reigned. Wolves from every territory jammed the massive space, and their shouting made a din that assaulted my ears. I could smell the aggressive display of authority—Alphas releasing pheromones, unconsciously asserting dominance in the crowded room.“There’s Raymond,” Cora shouted over the noise, pointing toward a table where the Elder stood surrounded by other ballot counters.We squeezed through the crowd, muttering apologies as we bumped into wolves deep in political discussions. The Alpha Chairman position represented the pinnacle of pack politics—whoever held it controlled inter-pack relations, resource distribution, and territory disputes for the entire region.“Ah, the stragglers arrive,” Raymond remarked dryly as we reached him. “Cutting it rather close, aren’t we?”“Sorry, Elder,” I apologized, straightening my blazer. “Traffic.”He glanced between us skeptically but nodded. “Very well. Take your positions at table thre

(Layla’s POV)Red wine soaked through my blouse, the cold liquid sending a shock down my spine. Droplets splattered onto the marble floor, looking disturbingly like blood on the white stone. Conversation around us faltered as nearby wolves turned to watch the unfolding drama.Amanda’s lips curled into a triumphant smile that didn’t touch her eyes. This was no accident—her aim had been too perfect, her timing too calculated.I assessed my options within seconds. I could walk away gracefully, showing Amanda that her childish tactics were beneath me. I could report her to Raymond, letting official channels handle her misconduct.Or I could retaliate in kind.My decision was formed instantly.I looked down at my full plate, considering each item carefully. Then, slowly, I picked up a strip of crispy bacon and pressed it firmly against Amanda’s chest, dragging it downward to leave a greasy streak across her pristine white dress.Her mouth fell open in shock, eyes widening comically. Before

(Layla’s POV)I stared down the empty hallway, goosebumps rising on my arms despite the building’s warmth. Something about that shadow had seemed familiar, stirring an uneasy feeling in my gut.“Layla?” Samuel appeared on my shoulder. “What is it?”I stepped back into the break room, letting the door swing shut. “I thought I saw someone in the hallway. A shadow moving past the door.”“Probably just another Council member,” Samuel suggested, though his posture had become more alert, his senses clearly scanning for potential threats.“Maybe,” I agreed, not entirely convinced. The shadow had moved with a furtive quality that struck me as suspicious rather than casual.Samuel studied my face. “You seem disturbed by it.”“Just jumpy, I guess.” I returned to the sink, gathering my damp blazer and resuming my battle with the wine stains. “Between Amanda’s stunts and everything else that’s happened lately, I’m seeing threats in every shadow.”Samuel leaned against the counter, his bandaged arm