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15. Into His Arms
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The Alpha's Bounty: His Runaway Luna 16. I Don't Hover. I Protect What's Mine
RomanI’m standing at the entrance of my building, wondering what the hell was wrong with Aella this morning. She seemed so uneasy, distant even. But before I can untangle another thread of that thought, I see her. She’s running toward me like a spooked deer, her eyes wide and brimming with something that looks dangerously like fear. My heart doesn’t usually do somersaults, but it damn well does one now.“Ella, what’s—” I breathe out as she all but slams into me, wrapping her arms around me like a lifeline. Something unfamiliar coils inside me. It’s a strange blend of concern and an almost primal sense of possession.“Someone’s following me!” she says, looking behind her frantically before burying her head into my chest. I have to stifle a possessive growl as my eyes shimmer to Alpha crimson, peering into the darkness to try to make out if someone is truly behind her. But I don’t see or smell anything at all.It’s like a switch is flipped; not just concern, but something more raw. P
The Alpha's Bounty: His Runaway Luna 17. The Devil You Know
AellaAs I unlock my apartment door and step inside, I can’t help but feel an odd sense of relief mixed with confusion. Tonight was a rollercoaster of emotions—fear, vulnerability, and an unexpected comfort in the form of Jay.My fingers absentmindedly drift to the place on my arm where he held me, as if I could still feel the warmth there.“I’ll walk you home from now on,” he’d promised. Something about the way he said it felt almost territorial. As if he was staking his claim, making sure the world knew I was off-limits. But that couldn’t be right. This was Jay, the guy who always kept a safe emotional distance. Could he be the same person who’d held me tightly last night, his grip almost desperate?I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts. I need to focus on the more immediate problem: someone’s been following me. Two nights in a row. And though it’s terrifying, the presence of Jay beside me on those nighttime walks makes it more bearable. Is this how I’m going to live now? L
The Alpha's Bounty: His Runaway Luna 18. Ladrón Cartel
RomanI close the door behind me, my apartment dark and eerily quiet as if sensing the storm that brews within me. I take off my coat and throw it on the chair. My phone buzzes on the kitchen counter, the screen lighting up to display Kaden’s name. I consider letting it go to voicemail but relent, picking it up on the last ring.“What is it?” My voice is terser than I intended.“Got that surveillance footage you asked for,” Kaden says, cutting to the chase. “This is fucked up and something we definitely didn't prepare for, Ro. It’s the Ladrón Cartel.”I pinch the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes as if that could somehow shield me from the gravity of his words. The Ladrón Cartel. A knot of loathing tightens in my gut. I had hoped to avoid this complication, hoped that maybe Aella’s stalking was just a random, disconnected event.“Do they know?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.“Not sure, but why else would they be after Aella?” Kaden replies, uncertainty clouding his usually c
The Alpha's Bounty: His Runaway Luna 19. Comfy Chic
AellaI wrap myself tighter in my fluffy robe, staring blankly at the Net-flix home screen. It’s asking if I’m still watching, and I can’t muster the will to click ‘Continue.’ I’ve taken the day off, not really telling anyone why. My phone sits on the coffee table, neglected, buzzing occasionally with messages and calls I’m currently ignoring.There’s a half-eaten bowl of ice cream next to me and a pile of tissues on the other side. My tiny apartment feels like both a sanctuary and a prison, and I’m wallowing in the tension of that paradox.I startle when there’s a soft knock on the door. For a moment, I consider pretending I’m not home, but the knock repeats—gentle, patient. With a sigh, I drag myself off the couch and look through the peephole. It’s Jay. My heart jumps, and the fog of my self-imposed pity party lifts slightly. I rush to clean up the discarded tissues and switch off my laptop before flattening my hair and pulling my robe around my waist.When I open the door, he’s h
The Alpha's Bounty: His Runaway Luna 20. The Only Work Of Art Is Her
RomanI take a deep breath, gathering my thoughts as I dial her number. It’s been a week since our lunch—when I had casually infiltrated her day-off fortress of pajamas and comfort food—and I’m itching to see her again.“Hello?”“Hey, Ella, it’s Jay,” I say, pleased by the instant warmth in her voice when she recognizes it’s me.“Hey, how have you been?”“Good, good. Listen, are you free this weekend? There’s something I think you’ll really enjoy.”She sounds genuinely excited as she accepts, her curiosity piqued when I don’t divulge any details. I hang up with a sense of satisfaction that borders on smugness. She’s intrigued, and that’s a start.***Her eyes widen when she realizes where we are and the look on her face does something to my heart that I don’t know if I like or loathe.“Oh my God, Jay…” she trails off, her heartbeat picking up its pace as she places her hand into mine. “This is … unexpected.”I watch her every move as we arrive at the gallery opening, her eyes growing
The Alpha's Bounty: His Runaway Luna 21. Walls Crumble
RomanI meet Kaden in a dimly lit bar that we both know is frequented by people who mind their own business. He’s already there when I walk in, nursing a glass of whiskey, his face veiled in seriousness. The moment I sit down, he puts a sealed envelope on the table between us.“Roman, the Ladrón cartel is back on the radar, and this time they’re not just playing around. They’re circling Aella.”I feel my fist clench involuntarily, my jaw tightening as I process the words. Kaden pushes the envelope closer to me. “Read it. It has everything we could gather in a short period.”With trembling hands, I rip open the envelope. Photos, transcripts, and more. The bastards have been scoping out Aella’s workplace, her apartment. I’m there too, right from the first day I walked into that cafe.My vision blurs as a haze of red descends, fueled by anger, possessiveness, and an emotion I dare not name—fear for her safety. The bar, the envelope, Kaden—everything fades away.“I don’t know how they cou
The Alpha's Bounty: His Runaway Luna 22. Lose Control For Me
RomanOne word of affirmation and I rip her t-shirt from her body, kissing her anew and relishing the feeling of her bare skin on mine. Fuck, every inch of her is silky smooth and begging for my teeth; but then I remind myself that my perfect Aella is pure.A pure fucking Luna, just for me. As I lift up, I find her without panties and realize in my rush I didn’t even notice she isn’t wearing any. I raise my eyebrow and am about to say something cocky when the sight of her perfect pink pussy shuts me the fuck up.Gods, she’s wet already. The scent of her arousal sends me on a different type of high; better than a bloodmoon hunt and my cock throbs painfully just breathing her in. I need to taste her, I need to taste what belongs to only me. I run my hands down the length of her body, loving the way her body bows under my touch. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Ella,” I say, catching myself as I nearly say her name. “How did I go my entire life not having someone like you at my side?”Aft
The Alpha's Bounty: His Runaway Luna 23. A Picture Is Worth…
AellaI wake up, stretching and rubbing my eyes, still half in that fuzzy dream state. The sun’s creeping through the curtains, laying warm stripes across the bed. I roll over, feeling strangely content; the kind of happiness that leaves you suspicious because life has taught you that too much of a good thing is often followed by a crash … that’s when I realize something.Jay’s not here. The pillows are still dented from his head, and it hits me like a small punch to the gut; he’s gone.I sit up in bed with a frown on my face, then I grab my cellphone to see if he’s left a message. The relief that floods through me makes me feel uneasy, because there’s a message from him.[“Ella, something came up, and emergency. I’ll explain later. I didn’t want to wake you, you looked peaceful. — Jay"]Emergency? My gut clenches, the word heavy with a thousand what-ifs. What kind of emergency pulls a guy away at dawn without so much as a whispered goodbye? I shake my head, clearing away the unease.
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