Todos los capítulos de The Luna's Law: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

*Poppy*I bit down on the next towel Anastasia handed me, but it didn't stop my screams. My claws dug into the wooden floor, tearing out pieces as I vented my pain. My body had no strength to shake, and sweat poured down me like a downpour. I was getting weaker every second, and the pain in my lower abdomen spread throughout my body like lava."How much longer?" Daliah asked, wiping my forehead, although it didn't provide any relief."I don't know. I have no idea how much longer that bastard will do this to her." Anastasia replied with concern, trying to ease Iris's pain, "It's the second day in a row and another hour without a break." She added, keeping her hands on my back and gently stroking it."Who allowed her to do this? Let's do something. Otherwise, the injuries will be chronic, and she won't even get to court on her own." Daliah started screaming hysterically, grabbing her hair,"Holy shit, Poppy, he's not worth it!" She turned to me, trying to look into my cloudy eyes, "Let

*Andrew*I watched the delivery Caspian made today, and I was surprised. He smiled as everyone was transferred into the separation cell, clearly pleased with his catch. His yellowed teeth beamed into a vast, if unattractive, smile as he feasted his eyes on the forty conquests in the cell."As you can see, my Lord. We have quite a variety of flavors today. From juicy young and fresh food to intoxicating sweets and protein-rich masses." He boasted, pointing to a few that deviated from the norm.I stood in the shadows, allowing my men to select and place each group in separate cells. Their screams and cries were nothing out of the ordinary, although it should not have surprised them that they had just ended up in the sorting room when they dared to enter my territory without prior permission."Please. I beg you,

*Poppy*The room was vast and circular. Inside was a mix of dark, menacing wood, blood-red kilim covering the walls and flowing down to the floor, and a small patch of white on the ceiling, representing innocence trying to break through from above. At least, that was my interpretation of the chosen design.I felt intimidated, overwhelmed, insignificant, and small in the face of a government that had been upholding rights for thousands of years. The six high chairs in front of me gave me chills, and the equally terrifying door behind them was not encouraging. I was waiting for the law enforcement officers, even though I knew their favor was more towards those who silently filled their pockets.Nothing and no one has been able to change this, and with a heavy heart, I must admit that even the current King Alexander and Queen Anastasia have done nothing to be pioneers in cleansing our race of this scum. I didn't want to think about them that way because I had become friends with them, b

*Poppy*I sat in the car and looked through the window as snow covered every branch with white fluff, weighing down on them like unwanted ballast. That's exactly how I felt. Although the words of the Chairman of the Council should make me happy, they weighed so heavily on my heart and shoulders that I couldn't cope."I achieved nothing. And I only had ten days left until the end of the year. I lost." I muttered under my breath as I felt tears running down my cheeks, although I didn't feel them flowing into my eyes at all."Don't talk nonsense, Poppy. You haven't lost. Or rather, you've gained something I didn't count on at all: time." Logan lectured me while driving, but I ignored him.I've already seen my defeat. My daughter with no prospects for the future, Iris writhing in pain, and me drowning next to her, watching all this and being unable to do anything about it. The car suddenly jerked, and the wheels slipped on the snowy, slippery road, throwing us around. I squealed and grabb

*Logan*Gunnar whistled happily in my head, wagging his tail. He was highly pleased with himself. I won't say it because I also felt relieved that our, or instead my, tactic of awakening the warrior in Poppy was successful, although I was not proud of the means I had to resort to.'What if she never forgives me for using Gemma as a decoy? What if, after all this, she tells me he can't be with an asshole like me?' I wondered, but he only rolled his eyes in annoyance.'What if? Get yourself together, man.' He lectured me with a disgusted face, 'They were just words. Words that helped unlock her and show her that she has something to fight for and everything that needs to be fought for. We didn't hurt Gemma; we didn't hurt Poppy. Fuck, we didn't even scratch that asshole who turned the courtroom into a puppet show. Get a grip, Logan, and act like a man.' He scolded me, which made me feel belittled and hurt my confidence.I didn't know how to answer him; I was so stunned by his words that