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173: Thank you

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Diane

My eyes squeezed shut as a sharp, throbbing pain shot straight through my forehead.

Fuck. I woke up with a terrible, intense headache. The wave of last night's chaotic events felt like a load sitting directly on top of my skull.

I rolled over slowly beneath the cotton sheets. I checked the small clock resting on my nightstand. It was already 6:00 a.m. The dark blue sky outside my window was just starting to turn gray. The emergency meeting with the high council elders was set for ex
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  • Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA    259: No color fits like GREY

    Diane Then I offered him another cold, terrifying smile. "This furmond died on the night of the pack meeting," I said, leaning closer to the bars. "While I was giving my speech, it was televised all over the territory. Everyone saw it. But that wasn’t all. At that exact same moment, you were playing the role of a deeply loving husband. You carried me away from the stage, away from the public eye and the news reporters. But it was only after you took me into that private room that the servant boy suddenly 'remembered' to bring me a glass of water. A poisoned glass of water." Julian’s face flushed red with fake outrage. "What are you trying to say?! If I am understanding you correctly, you are trying to accuse me of having something to do with the furmond’s death?! What on earth would I have to gain from the death of a common foreman?!" I sucked my teeth softly, shaking my head. "No, no, no. I am not directly accusing you of his death... yet. But I am asking a very simple questi

  • Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA    258: it was you isn't it?

    DianeNext day…The morning sun was just starting to poke through the dark clouds, casting long shadows across the cobblestone yard outside the hospital.I stood near the black SUV, my hands stuffed deep into the pockets of my long coat. My discharge papers were tucked under my arm. My body was still weak, but my mind was clearer than it had been in months.Dom opened the heavy passenger door for me. He looked down at me with those steady, unreadable eyes."Where am I taking you?" Dom asked, his deep voice slicing through the quiet morning air.I stopped with my foot on the running board. I didn’t look at the passenger seat. I looked straight into Dom’s dark face."Take me to the holding cells," I said flatly. "Take me to him."Dom paused, his hand tightening slightly on the top of the car door. "Are you sure you are ready to see him, Diane?""Yes," I answered without a single second of doubt. "I am ready."The ride to the pack’s underground cells was silent. Ten minutes later, we wal

  • Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA    257: smell of crime

    Dom.The doors of the pack’s underground holding cells slammed shut, echoing down the dark, cold corridor.Julian stood inside the small processing area, his hands bound, his face twisted in rage. Two armed guards stood beside him; one of them unlocked the cuffs.I stepped into the dim room, holding a neatly folded gray inmate uniform in my hands. I placed it on the steel table between us."Step out of your clothes," I commanded, my voice flat and steady. "Hand them over and put on the detained uniform."Julian glared at me, a bitter laugh flying out of his throat. "You are not serious. You cannot lock me in here for no reason!""If you want, you can call your lawyer, and your lawyer will have to represent you in court," I said smoothly, stepping closer. "But for now, you answer to me.""No," Julian spat, shaking his head frantically. "I am not giving you my clothes! I am not taking anything off! I am going in like this! I have no reason to wear those clothes because there is no reas

  • Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA    256: 500millie gang

    Julian CRACK! Before he could even turn around, I brought the heavy metal sculpture down with all my strength right onto the side of his head. Zee let out a wet, strangled gasp as his body crashed hard onto the floor, his drink shattering against the tile. I didn't stop. A dark, terrifying rage took over my entire body. I stepped over him and brought the sculpture crashing down again. CRACK! And again! CRACK! I wasn't even seeing Zee anymore. All I saw was his wickedness. I remembered the day he abandoned me to go meet his fuck buddies, leaving me behind to clean up while treating me like a slave. I remembered every insult, every slap, every single piece of pain he had ever caused me. CRACK! CRACK! I kept hitting him until my arms felt weak, my chest heaving with heavy, ragged gasps. Suddenly, the red fog cleared from my eyes. I stopped, breathing hard, sweat dripping off my chin. I looked down. Fuck... Zee was lying motionless on the floor. A massive pool of dark red b

  • Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA    256: Worthless lover

    Julian My hands were shaking hard against the leather steering wheel. The night air blowing through the open car window felt freezing cold, but sweat was still pouring down the sides of my face. My phone rang for the third time, buzzing loudly on the passenger seat. I didn't need to pick it up to know who it was. Zee. I pressed my bare foot down hard on the gas pedal, the black sports car speeding through the dark, quiet streets of the city. My heart was slamming violently against my ribs like a trapped wild bird. I had failed. The simple plan had blown up right in my face, and now I had to face the man who invested time and faith into this. I pulled up in front of Zee's massive, secluded mansion at the end of the long driveway. I threw the car into park and stepped out onto the damp pavement. The front door was unlocked, resting open just a fraction of an inch. I swallowed the dry lump in my throat, pushed the door wide open, and stepped into the dimly lit, luxurious foyer. P

  • Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA    255: Last straw

    DianeI sat on the edge of the white hospital bed, my body shivering from a deep, internal cold.My mind was a complete storm. Everything was breaking apart—my life, my reputation, my health, my friendships, my trust in the world.Julian is a rapist."Dom..." My voice sounded tiny, cracking under the weight of my grief.Dom stood in front of me, his tall body blocking out the harsh fluorescent lights of the room. He looked down at me, his eyes dark, solemn, and unreadable."I know you do not want to believe all of this right now, Diane," Dom said softly, his voice low and heavy. "This is a lot for anyone to take in. If there is anything I want you to do right now, it is to just lie back down and rest.""No," I shook my head, my hands gripping the edge of the mattress until my knuckles turned pale. "No, I cannot rest! I do not know what to say. I do not know how to feel anymore!""You need to rest, Diane," Dom repeated, taking a step closer, his tone firm. "Your body is still weak."I

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