All Chapters of THE LUNA I NOW CRAVE: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Vanya's POVThat night, Emilia could finally go home with Marco and the kids. Marco offered to drop Tristan's dad which surprisingly he agreed and then they left leaving Tristan and I together.We laid in bed together, enjoying each other's presence without having to speak a word. The last time we had spent in bed played on repeat in my head. And it wasn't long before our hands began to wander each other's bodies. That night, I slept like a baby. I think it was the news that Cian had been taken care of but not even a single nightmare plagued me.I woke up to the sound of twittering birds and bright sunlight streaming into the room. It took sometime for my eyes to adjust to the light as I stretched myself out. I turned to the sight only to be greeted with a kiss on the forehead."Good afternoon." He mused smiling. "Congratulations, you slept through the entire morning." I smiled at that, ruffling his hair. He ruffles mine back, covering my face with it. My stomach growled in hunger."

Vanya's POVEither a monkey or a piece of trash. As usual, even after all the torture, he was still proud and arrogant, and that was what Angel loved the most. His pride and arrogance because it was only then that the mental breaking would be fun for her. "Angel..." I called out as soon as I picked up the call. "Vanya!!!" She screeched, clapping her hands on the other side of the call. "I've missed you." "We talked less than a week ago." I reminded her. "I know, just play along okay?" Play along for what? "How are you and Tristan?" Was her next question. "Me and Tristan? We're good." "That's it?" Her voice was one of shock and utter surprise. "You're good?!" "Were you expecting to hear something else? " "Yes and no." She sighed. "By it fine. How's the preparation for the merge going?" "Well, Maureen is on her tiptoes doing most of the planning with Emilia. I'm doing the best I can although Tristan says not to worry about it... And well... Your father and Marco are being b

VANYA'S POV"That's because all they know about is the initial gate and the border guards' buildings. You would have to go beyond those buildings to get to the main pack but most of them just stop at the entrance. So it's their fault for classifying me there. Not mine. " He shrugged as a gate opened on its own accord, letting us in. "It's works with DNA and personal info." He motioned to the gate. "If yours isn't stored, you can't get in.""Then how am I getting in right now?""Because... You're with me. Anyone with the alpha can get in. Stored or not stored." He killed the ignition as he drove into the garage that held more cars than I could count. I knew Tristan was rich and powerful and influential but not to this extent.I looked at him again, wondering how someone of such caliber could be so humble and down to earth and yet so powerful and dreaded, all at the same time. He got out of the car, coming to open the car door for me."Thank you," I whispered as I walked out, not tearin

Vanya's POV "I know this may sound cliche but I mean every bit of it." I nodded, waiting for him to say what he wanted to say. He cleared his throat, his gaze holding mine. "There are moments in life that stand still in time, the moment where everything that once felt uncertain becomes crystal clear. The moment I first laid eyes on you was one of them." I nodded as he continued. "From that first glance, I knew in the deepest, most unshakable part of me that you were destined to be mine, and I to be yours. But the truth is, I could not have known then just how profound and complete you would make me, how utterly transformed my soul would become because of your love." My eyes widened as I took the hint of where this was going. But he carried on. "Every day I spend with you is a gift, and with every passing moment, I am reminded of how precious you are to me. Your strength, your kindness, who you are... It all pulls me to you—not as an Alpha to his mate, but as a man to the woman who

Vanya's POV ***The evening leading to my wedding*** The sun is just beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting a soft, golden glow over the world as I sit at my vanity, staring at the reflection in front of me. My heart was beating faster than I had expected it to, finding it hard to believe that the day I’d dreamed of for so long was finally here—well, soon be. Tomorrow—in a few hours, I’ll soon marry Tristan, the love of my life, the man who has captured my heart completely. And as surreal as it felt, the preparation process was quickly grounding me in the reality of what was about to happen. I closed my eyes for a moment still seated where I was and in the quiet of my room, the enormity of what was ahead settled over me. I never imagined that wedding planning would be this intense, and this consuming. There was the dress, the flowers, the invitations, the catering—which was handled by my company of course, and also the constant question of whether every little detail would b