บททั้งหมดของ The Lycan King’s Broken Luna: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

　　Rhea's POV　　Almost to the dining room, I suddenly wrenched my hand from his. He turned around to stare at me with a raised brow. "What's that for?" His voice was deep and rough. 　　I never intended on going anywhere with him or having our hands intertwined, all this was just to get to Sheila and nothing else. And since she is out of sight, I no longer see any reason to still hold hands with him and I also need to stick to the decision of leaving. 　　"Look at me," he orders, his voice softened, I slowly lift my head to stare at him. "What was that for?" He asked, taking a few strides forward. Almost closer to me, I can feel his breath tickling me by the side of the face as he slowly lifts my chin with his index finger to keep my head steady. 　　"I need to leave," I quickly said, backing away from him. He goes rigid, and I think I saw a wave of rage flashes through his eyes, making me regret what I just did. He steps forward, not leaving much space between us. 　　"So…?" He asked, his

　　Rhea's POV　　I clutched a handful of my dresses, feeling the anger in my heart. This whole thing is confusing and at the same time annoying. 　　This is a reputation that I am trying to maintain but here it is crumbling in front of me. Not only did I have a failed marriage but my image is rubbing in the mud in front of every single soul. 　　Rushing out, I mistakenly bump into someone, "Sorry," I mumbled, not caring to cast a glance at the person. 　　"Seems you still haven't dropped your clumsy attitude," I halted on my track at the voice and spun around to see the owner of the voice. 　　"Li...la," my eyes almost bulged out before it suddenly dawned on me that she might be here to see Wilfred. 　　"Hmmm," smirking she stepped forward, "You don't cease to amaze me, Rhea," 　　"Luna Rhea to you, at least respect that," I warned, turning around to leave but her next word held me in one spot. 　　"Luna, hahaha, really..." She ridiculed, "The title that you no longer deserve," 　　My eyes harde

　　Rhea's POV 　　I angrily sauntered inside my room and tried locking up the door and to my surprise, Daemon's blazing black eyes came into view. He is standing in front of me, holding the door, stopping it from closing with his right leg. It was obvious that he had been following me. 　　He was glaring at me and I don't know why. Didn't he see that I'm not in the mood right now besides I am the one that every single soul pissed off today so I am the rightful person to be angry but his penetrating eyes seemed to see right through me. 　　Just like earlier, I wish for the ground to swallow me but that will only make me a coward. So I went away from his biting stare and stride toward my closet. 　　Opening my wardrobe, Daemon's baleful voice looms over the room, "Why did you leave?" I halt on my track, leaving the wardrobe half open.　　I turned to face him, the skin on my forehead folded confusingly, "Leave where?" 　　Daemon stepped inside the room, slowly closing the door behind him. He was

　　Daemon's POV　　My legs move swiftly as I angrily stride toward my office, my face showing not a single inkling of my thoughts. I walked past the long corridor, quickening my steps as I headed toward my office. 　　Sam was behind me, one more turn and I approached the tall and huge black door at the end of the corridor. Pushing it open, I walked in and scanned the place till my gaze fell on the maggot sitting across my office chair.　　"Why are you here?" My pose depicts arrogance and my aura demands submission. 　　I can see how his hands were vibrating in fear before he suddenly slid them into his pants pocket, acting unaffected. My face has an expressionless mask on making it hard for anyone to read. 　　"I am here to see you, King Daemon," he bowed his head in submission.　　"Why are you here?" I demand again but this time in a harsh tone.　　"You already know why I am here," he said through his teeth. 　　"Talk or get out!" I bark out the syllables with no trace of emotion in my voice.

　　Daemon's POV　　"So cut off that slack and silly idea of leaving," she was still shocked and that was an opportunity to steal a kiss from her. I inched close and pecked her on the cheeks.　　Looking at how stunned she looked, I stride back with my hands stuck inside my pants pocket, "Layla here will be your personal assistance,"　　She followed the direction of my gaze and they stopped at a small petite-looking average girl, "Whatever you need she will be of help, I am sorry that she isn't Mercy," her gaze flew open at the last word.　　"I heard about the relationship you two had but at least for now, Layla will be of help," smiling, I tugged her hair behind her before striding away.　　Ethan yelled inside for the sudden loss of contact, groaning and wailing but I ignored him and proceeded to where I was going. If I spend one more second there I swear I won't mind carrying her upstairs to my room and lavishing her smooth succulent skin.　　Sighing I snapped out of my unthinkable imaginatio