All Chapters of Secrets of the Luna: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

“I won’t bring it up again.” Jolene was looking between Nox and Ethan. Her eyes landed on my face and grimaced. I wanted to strangle Nox. Blood filled my mouth from piercing my tongue with my fangs. Thankfully, the door opened and Vincent got back in. “They will be here in two hours.”“That is quick.” Nox looked surprised. “Not really. I had them ready to go in case this happened.” “You were waiting for this?” Nox looked skeptically at Vincent. Vincent didn’t seem phased. “Last time we were here, our father got killed, and we were kidnapped. Excuse me for being prepared. I suggest you reroute your focus on the actual problem.” After a quick glare, he got back out of the vehicle. Nox didn’t even look phased. “What now?” “Grace, you need to shut down everything. We need to move all this to our pack. Can you change locations so services will continue, but it’s not coming from this building?” Ethan asked. “I mean… I could, but I don’t want that to be our packhouse. However, we need

“Ethan, I want Bertha and Isaac found and questions.” I was firm in my conviction. “Grace?” Jolene looked at me. “I’m okay.” Standing up straight, I took a few deep breaths to collect myself. “What do we do now?” I whispered, more to myself than to her. “I don’t know.” She put her hand on my shoulder. “We will figure this out together.” There was some annoyance she felt like I needed coddled like this, but I didn’t want to just push her away, either. Giving her a small smile, I walked over to where we were sitting to see if I could see Vincent’s men. They were in the distance, still jogging over to the area. We could barely making out their heads as they swivled around, looking for anyone. “What did Vincent whisper to you when he left?” I asked Jolene without looking at her. “Oh, just to stay with you and make sure you were okay.” She shrugged. “I’m not sure why.” Turning, I looked at her. She was looking at the men as they looked for anyone. Slowly, her head turned and looked a

Zach POV“Come on, sexy. Come back to bed.” My most recent whore has become quite clingy, and it was starting to piss me off. “Not right now.” The glass bottle clinked against my cup as the whiskey sloshed until it was full. Everything was going according to my plan. Ethan and Vincent were completely clueless about what I had my eyes on. Cold boney fingers slid up and over my shoulders. She believed the goosebumps were from pleasure, but they were from how repulsed I was of her. Now that I was satisfied, I didn’t need her anymore. However, she still served a purpose, so I couldn’t just kill her. It took everything in me to not choke her until there wasn’t anything life behind her eyes. Downing my drink, I needed a refill before I could look at her. “You are going to want to let go of me.” “Boo, you are no fun!” she whined, but listened. “Shouldn’t you be going?” Turning to face her, I watched as her eyes traveled down my chisled body. I knew I looked fucking amazing. Every inch o

As Adaline walked up to him, she put her hands on her hips. “It will be out shortly. Can you please be a little patient as we make our food fresh?” Adaline tried to turn around but Quail grabbed her arm and pulled her back around. “Maybe I should just help myself to you?” His lips curled back. Jumping up before anyone else could, I went to interviene. “Let her go.” My voice was full of authority. Adaline shuttered. I saw her clench her legs together, making me smirk. However, her body shook in fear. Good girl. “Mind your own damn buisness. We were just talking.” She wipped her around, so she was looking at me. Wrapping his arm around her neck, his hand rested just above her breast. “Weren’t we darling?” “I said, let her go.” I demanded one more time. To my surprise, Adaline extended her arm before yanking her eblow back, into Quail’s stomach. He was caught off guard so badly that he doubled over in shock. Taking the oppertunity, I pulled Adaline out of the way and punched Quail in

Grace POV“Are you coming?” Ethan was standing at the enterance to the closet. We just landed back at our pack and I was trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened. We stayed until the building was successfully on fire and then left. Vincent refused to leave my side, coming back to my pack for a few days. Hopefully, we should get answered from the victims soon. “Yeah. I’m coming.” Grabbing my old, stained pair of shoes, I was already dressed in all black. “You’re not participating.” Ethan repeated for the thousand time. “Yes, I will… if he only talks to me, yeah, I will.” We were headed to talk to Lion. “Grace…” Ethan was worried about me. Emotionally, I was all over the place, but I needed answers. “I’m fine. You will be able to tell if I can’t handle it, okay?” Standing up, I looked at Ethan with my hands on my hips. “You can’t keep me from this.” His eyes drilled into me. “I just want to protect you.” His eyes stayed on me as I took a few steps towards him.