บททั้งหมดของ LUNA FOR THE TWIN ALPHAS : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

“Is everything okay, Eden?” Ian asked politely. “Have you finished shopping?” “-Yes, thank you.”Eden hesitated for a moment between politeness and frankness.“But I can't help but think that this is all totally extravagant.”“Didn't you find it funny?”She looked up from her cup, and she did not know if her lack of enthusiasm annoyed or amused him greatly.“No.”“-I'm not interested in frivolities” she thought. But her fundamental honesty eventually prevailed.“I mean... Yes, a little bit. It's very nice to choose pretty things.”She felt herself blush a little. Ian must have noticed, because the small cheerful wrinkles reappeared at the corner of his doe eyes. He obviously liked to see her blush, which baffled her somewhat.She remembered that Ivan also loved to see her go red for nothing. This detail saddened her for a moment.“We have taken only what is strictly necessary, of course,” he added. “We will bring the seamstress to the castle before …”He paused and waved his hand.

Eden leaned against the leather bench and gazed absently at the landscape. Deep in her heart, she hadn't forgotten how Ivan had rejected her, or the cruel words he had spoken, but his face was beginning to fade from her memory, replaced by the living one of Ian. The omega would have liked to tell the viscount what had happened in the barn, what Ivan had done to her, the words he had spoken and what she had felt. But she had to conceal all this from him, for the sake of his grief. Ian certainly guessed the shameful conditions in which Ivan had abandoned her. But it was certain that the viscount had sought to get closer to his brother, despite their differences, and to make peace. How then to reveal to him the horrible being that Ivan had been? Moreover, she did not need to be comforted in the idea that she was anybody, naïve and devoid of charm. Ivan had not spared her any of these qualifiers, and Ian had eyes to see, too.Eden straightened up on the bench and tried to take an int

"But you don't love me!" That protest was still ringing in Ian’s ears. Of course I don't. A gentleman did not wait for love when he got married. And Ivan, he was looking for love, perhaps? He had had this scathing answer on the tip of his tongue, but had refrained from uttering it. He wasn't cruel enough to remind her of what she'd been through, especially when Eden was looking at her like that, with her amber eyes. He had not yet noticed their special color, nor the long lashes that shaded them. If the situation had not been so serious, he would have burst out laughing when he heard Eden propose a white wedding. He rarely let himself be disconcerted, but there, he had remained mute for several seconds.Omegas, he told himself sententiously, are particularly prone to emotional outbursts. Eden had come to him exhausted, pregnant, and had received a shock. What human being, after that, would not have hesitated to share her bed with a near stranger? Ian knew, according to his mist

“-You have to eat”Anne sat in a large velvet armchair in Eden’s room. She had been supervising the bride’s preparations since the morning, and Eden suspected she was enjoying it a little too much. If only she could have had a little fun, too!“-But I can'tEden starred in disgust at the cold meat and fruit that had been placed on a tray in front of her. She hoped Aunt Anne would blame her lack of appetite on nervousness, not morning sickness. That said, her nerves were so bad that Eden had hardly slept all night.She didn't know which feeling weighed more heavily on her: the guilt of having forced Ian to marry her, the apprehension of the wedding night, or the confusion in which the kiss the night before had plunged her.The way she'd responded to Ivan’s advances was totally instinctive, she could see that now. Eden had been surprised, flattered and seduced in a hurry by an elegant, charming and sophisticated man who had the power to get her out of her prison, with or without her

*EDEN’S POVEden clutched Ian’s arm. "The bride. I am now Lady Hadleigh." Her veil lifted and she saw her husband's face approaching, grave and very pale. His eyes were a dark brown as he contemplated his features. "He's realizing he's done something irrevocable," Eden mused as he leaned in to kiss her. She wished the passionate kiss would last longer, to reassure her, but Ian was already getting up. An elegant but bewitching kiss, adapted to these solemn circumstances. Ian always knew what to do, on any occasion…***"And I don't, not at all." Eden had thought she was perfectly in control of herself , until Ivan entered her life. She had been an obedient daughter, an accomplished householder, a strong supporter of the parish. Which of these different talents would be useful to her in her new life? None. Now she would have to learn to behave like a viscountess. Eden proudly raised her chin and placed her hand on Ian’s arm. She took her bouquet from Alexis’ hands and followed