All Chapters of Hidden Legacy (The Lost Luna): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Adriana's Point of ViewFor two days, Daemon and I mated and marked each other multiple times during my heat. Not only had I never been intimate with a man before, I hadn't even dated. I had nothing to compare to what I had experienced with Daemon. Despite this, I could tell it was incredible.The way Daemon touched me, the way he knew exactly where to kiss, where to tease—it wasn’t luck. He had experience. A lot of it. The thought made my stomach twist. I wasn’t naïve enough to think he’d been waiting for me, but I hated that there were women before me. That they might have had him like I did now. Did he whisper their names like he did mine? Did he hold them the way he held me?I clenched my fists, pushing the thoughts away. It didn’t matter. It couldn’t matter because I was the one here now. And I needed to know I was the only one moving forward.What I didn't know was how to communicate this to him. Part of me was scared that he was still going to reject me, and it scared me. Mating

"Who the hell are you?" I bellowed at this unknown woman who had walked into my office like she owned the place.She stood there smiling and posing while looking around the room without a care in the world. It was as if we were supposed to be her worshippers. I supposed she could be called pretty, but it was obvious that there wasn't a lot going on for her upstairs in the brains department.Thinking about any woman other than my Adriana just didn't feel right. Compared to Adriana, this woman was the ugliest and stupidest woman there was. Theo was in complete agreement with me there. We both were absolutely head over heels in love with Adriana, and I needed to tell her soon. However, let's go back to the problem at hand. Who the fuck was this woman?Theo didn't like her looks or her scent. He thought she smelt toxic and was snarling and chomping at the bit, wanting to come out. If she didn't hurry up and answer the damn question, I felt like letting Theo loose on her, knowing that he wo

Unknown's Point of View*** Warning: Graphic violence and badly spoken English.*** "He doesn't want us!" I cried to Calliope. "He doesn't want us at all!" Every step I took felt heavier, my heart aching with each move. Part of me—no, most of me—still loved him. Still craved his touch, his presence, his approval. But he had rejected me. He had marked me, claimed me, and then handed me away as if I were nothing. Was I even meant to be his Luna? Or was I just a pawn in a game I never understood? I could feel her whimpering and whining as I ran upstairs to get away from Daemon and his new Luna. Staying here was definitely not an option, and Calliope agreed. I wiped my eyes and picked up my bag with all my gear ready to go. My first stop would be my mother's house, where I could make some plans. As I was leaving, Tyler came running up the stairs. When he saw that I had my bag, he looked concerned. "What are you doing?" he asked. "I'm leaving," I said and tried to push past him.

Adriana's Point of View “Adriana? Where are you, babe?” “Hey, Adriana. I need you to come back, sweetheart. I need you to be here.” Why was Daemon still trying to contact me? It was two times now. My grip tightened around the strap of my bag, my nails digging into my palm. It was like he had claws hooked into my soul, refusing to let go, even when he had already chosen someone else. Was this the punishment for marking each other? A cruel connection neither of us had intended but now couldn’t escape? I squeezed my eyes shut as a wave of nausea rolled through me. If I was smart, I’d block him out completely—but part of me clung to the sound of his voice, stupidly hoping for an explanation that would make the pain stop. Callie had told me that Daemon wouldn’t be able to mark his new Luna because marking your true fated mate was forever. Knowing that made me realise that the emotional distance I thought was between us was most likely because he hadn’t meant to mark me in the heat of

Tyler's Point of View When I went upstairs after Adriana, I was prepared to incite Daemon's wrath. Daemon wasn’t exactly the forgiving type when it came to disobedience. If I stood in his way, I would pay for it. But I didn’t care. Adriana needed comfort after witnessing that woman coming on to Daemon as if she were his mate. Adriana was our Luna, not her. I was expecting her to be upset. And she was. Adriana was hurting, and she needed someone who wasn’t going to treat her like a dirty secret. Someone who wouldn’t let some other woman waltz in and act like she was Daemon’s mate. Still, the moment I saw Adriana’s face, my irritation toward Daemon was replaced by something else—shock. When I got upstairs, I was not expecting her to be angry like that. I had never seen Adriana angry before, and she was a force to be reckoned with. I could almost pity Daemon for riling her up. Almost. Another thing I was not expecting was for Adriana to have a bag packed and be leaving. “Adriana!” I