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Chapter 17

作者: Gregory Ellington
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Ella

"What are you doing?" The words tumbled out, panic rising in my chest.

"Our scents need to mingle," his fingers continued working down his shirt. "Scent marking requires skin contact," he stated matter-of-factly as if explaining something obvious to a child. "My pack will need to believe you belong to me."

Liam's hands moved to his belt buckle. The metallic clink echoed in the quiet office as he unfastened it with practiced ease. His pants followed, sliding down powerful legs until he stood before me in nothing but black boxer briefs.

He raised an eyebrow. "Your turn."

I crossed my arms protectively over my chest. "Is this really necessary?"

"Unless you want to raise suspicions about Jackson's identity." His voice was flat, matter-of-fact. "Clothing creates barriers. Skin contact is more effective."

Logically, I knew he was right. Scent-marking worked best with direct contact. But logic didn't make this any less awkward.

I took a deep breath and reached for the buttons of m
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    Ella"We can influence it." Liam leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. "We could put his clothes in my closet, let them absorb my scent." I considered this. "Would that be enough?" "It would help, but the scent would be weak. Artificial." He shook his head. "Anyone with a decent nose would know something was off." "So we're back to square one." "Not exactly." His eyes met mine, calculating. "There's a better solution." I waited, not liking the intensity of his gaze one bit. "You need to carry my scent," he said finally. "Strong enough that it transfers to Jackson naturally." I blinked. "And how exactly do you propose we do that?" "We've already started." He gestured vaguely between us. "Yesterday's... interaction... was a beginning." My cheeks heated at the memory of our skin-to-skin contact. "That was a one-time thing." "It needs to be regular." I stood up abruptly, needing to put distance between us. "You want me to rub myself all over you on a daily basis? Hard pa

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 22

    Ella"Mom," Jackson tugged at my sleeve, his voice small despite his angry expression. "Can we go now?" I nodded, taking his hand. He immediately pulled it away but stayed close as we walked back to our room. The guard followed at a respectful distance, probably under orders to keep an eye on us. I couldn't blame Liam for the precaution—we were strangers here, after all. Once inside our room, Jackson flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. I sat in the armchair by the window, my mind racing with thoughts of Catherine. Her perfectly crafted persona was more terrifying than outright hostility. That plastered-on smile hid the steel beneath, and I'd seen that type before. She was the kind of woman who would slip poison in your tea while asking how your day was going. "I'm going outside," Jackson announced suddenly, sliding off the bed. "Stay where the guards can see you," I called after him as he headed for the door. He didn't respond, just slipped out without another word. H

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 21

    Liam"I'll find you afterward," I said to Ella, then strode from the hall, leaving them alone with Catherine. I moved through the corridors, my footsteps echoing against ancient stone. Guards and servants flattened themselves against walls as I passed, eyes downcast. The familiar weight of power and isolation settled on my shoulders. I glanced back once at the Great Hall. Ella stood tall despite Catherine's intimidating presence. The morning light caught her hair, illuminating the defiant tilt of her chin. She was undeniably beautiful, more beautiful than what I expected—not in Catherine's calculated, perfect way, but in a raw, honest manner that made it difficult to look away. Not that her appearance mattered. I needed her skills, not her face. Still, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't noticed the graceful way she moved, or how her eyes flashed with intelligence and fire when challenged. I turned away, refocusing. Beauty was irrelevant to my plans—plans that no one could know about,

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 20

    Marcus"Morning," Ava murmured, her voice husky with sleep. She stretched like a satisfied cat, not bothering to keep herself covered. "What happened last night?" I asked, my voice sounding strangled even to my own ears. She smiled lazily, tracing a finger down my chest. "You don't remember?" I shook my head, immediately regretting the movement as pain lanced through my skull. "We had quite a night," she purred, sitting up. The sheet fell away completely, and I forced my eyes to stay on her face. "You were... enthusiastic." I stared at Ava, trying to process her words through the fog of my hangover. Enthusiastic? What the hell had I done? "I... don't remember anything," I admitted, my voice sounding like a croak. My mouth felt like I'd been chewing on sand all night. Ava smiled, reaching over to trace a finger along my collarbone. "You don't remember this?" She touched what I realized with horror must be a hickey on my neck. "Or these?" She gestured to several marks on her own b

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 19

    MarcusThe next few days passed in a blur of whiskey and rage. I didn't leave the house except for essential pack business. The walls that once held laughter now echoed with silence. At night, I'd find myself pausing outside Jackson's empty bedroom, my hand on the doorknob, before remembering he wasn't mine to check on anymore. Never had been. The kitchen felt wrong without Ella's humming, and the living room was too spacious without Jackson's toys scattered across the floor. I hated that I missed them. Hated myself more for still wanting what was never real. One night, I sat in my study, a half-empty bottle of whiskey keeping me company. The golden liquid burned pleasantly as it went down, numbing the edges of my thoughts. I'd lost count of how many glasses I'd had. Didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the blessed numbness that alcohol brought. I stared at the fireplace, watching flames dance and twist. The fire was honest. It didn't pretend to be something it wasn't. It didn't l

  • His Stolen Luna   Chapter 18

    EllaLiam's father leaned close to him, speaking low enough that only those of us on the platform could hear. "My office. Now." Without acknowledging me or Jackson, he turned and strode from the hall, his back rigid with anger. "Charming man," I muttered under my breath. Jackson tugged at my dress. "Can I go now?" he whispered, clearly uncomfortable with all the attention. "Not yet, sweetie," I said, smoothing his hair. "Just a little longer." He pulled away from my touch, his scowl deepening. When the hall had mostly emptied, Liam turned to us. "I need to speak with my father. I'll have someone show you around afterward." "And when were you planning to mention your fiancée?" I asked, keeping my voice low but sharp. "I'll explain later." He glanced toward the door where his father had exited. "Right now, I need to handle this." "Fine. Go. But we're definitely discussing this later." He nodded curtly and started to leave but stopped as a woman entered through the main doors. Sh

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