Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE LUNA I NOW CRAVE: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Vanya's POVSo far, so good...Sighing as I laid back on my seat a smile curling up at the corners of my lips as I looked at my screen, the articles being displayed, nothing but sheer majesty and joy. Tara cleared her throat, drawing my attention back to her as if to say "I'm still here." I sat back up, meeting her gaze still unable to wipe the mug off my face."What's today's schedule like?" I sked trying to sound serious and oblivious to what had been happening for days now. She raised a brow at me a grin on her face conveying her message properly. "Like hell you don't know." The facial expression spoke volumes. I smiled at her. "One more time..." I showed my full teeth at her throwing my eyes wide."At 11:00 a.m. you have a meeting with the Spanish investor, by 11:45 a.m. another meeting with..." And on and on she went talking about my schedule that had suddenly taken a new turn after the trial of Josephine's won up in my honest favour.Not only had my initial investors that had lef

Vanya's POVThat was it! I had heard enough."Don't you dare call Tristan a bastard." I spat in annoyance. " He's a million times better that you. What did you just say..." I asked taking a step close to him. "That you can give me whatever he can a million times? Give me a break!!" I rolled my eyes throwing my hands in the air. Tristan wasn't an alpha, neither was he powerful like Cian, but like hell Cian could give me the love, the laughter, the feeling of being safe__ being with someone you know would never hurt you, would walk with you to hell if he can't pull you out of it, would treat you like the most important person on earth. A man that would respect you... Make you feel at home when you're with him, listen to how your day went... The ups and downs of your life and hug you, hold you in his arms and whisper words like no other in your ears. Someone to cry on his shoulder, someone that would sit with you in the storm, through thick and thin... Someone that just his name being me

Vanya's POV"I know I should have let you know before I assigned them to look after you but I couldn't stand anything happening to you or your kids while I knew that Cian was still in the open. I'm sorry if I offended you." My heart shook at those words, and I looked at the rear mirror again to still see the men move out of my line of sight once they sighted me.This... This Cian could never give me. No matter how much he thinks he can. I was speechless. No words would ever be enough to explain how touched I felt. He wanted my kids and I to be safe. Even when the kids weren't his. How many could do that?"Vanya? Are you still there?""Yeah. I am." I exhaled. "But how could you get a hold on eight men to guard me. Eight.""I'm the CEO of Blackwood Corp. It wasn't much of a problem.""They're werewolves Tristan. All eight of them." I know I was asking too many questions, but I couldn't help it. I was curious, I wanted to know. "I'm a werewolf too. And finding other werewolves is not as

Tristan's POVBut as I inched closer to my room, the feeling intensified . "The final step of the newly acquired pack needs your signature." Adam spoke whipping my head in his direction. "Oh." I replied with little interest. "Could you get them for me?" He nodded, walking out to get the signing documents. I inched closer and silently towards my door, wary of every step I took. I opened the door, no one. "Weird!" I said out loud, drawing my curtains. How could there be no one? Where my senses now playing tricks on me? With a shrug, that didn't keep my alertness at bay, I crashed on the bed, kicking off my shoes. The bed that had housed Vanya even though it didn't fully house her. I was too tired to eat, so I forced myself up, showered and jumped into bed.The noise of my window being open woke me up. Light was already streaming into my room through the window. It was open. I shot up just in time with an axe hitting where my head was to be had I still been lying on the bed. I was sur

Tristan's POV He chuckled. A deep rich sound. "I know she can son, but it's your birthright. " Just before the sentence was out of his mouth, the door to my office burst open followed in by pink from head to toe. She threw herself at my father who rose and caught her mid air. She giggled with glee as he threw her in the air and caught her. Thank goodness that my office's ceiling was very high. She would have crashed into it. "How do you like my new look?" She asked turning around for him to see her. Pink hair, pink eyes, pink jeans, pink boots, her top, jacket and her bag, pink. I felt like I would go blind if I stared at her any longer. "I feel like I'm gonna go blind." I replied. She shot me a hard glare, before it melted into sarcasm. "Oh you're here!" She exclaimed. "I didn't see you. Maybe it's because of how drab you're looking. An eye sore I must say." She added, turning to father. "Come on daddy. How do I look?" "A princess." He echoed poking her cheek before hugging he