บททั้งหมดของ Stolen Luna By The Rival Alpha: บทที่ 251 - บทที่ 260

"Alright," he murmured, gently placing his hands on my shoulders. The sensation of his touch sent a shiver down my spine, making me feel on edge. His hands crept up the back of my neck, his fingertips lightly brushing against my skin. He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it back, making me gasp. He found my reaction amusing, his other hand inching closer to my throat. Before I could react, he shoved me onto the counter, his grip on the back of my neck keeping me pinned. I tried to push myself up, using my hands for support, but his strength was overwhelming. This couldn't be happening. The sound of his belt buckle coming undone sent a wave of panic through me. No matter how much I struggled, he refused to let go. Desperately, I rummaged through the counter, searching for anything to use against him, but I found nothing. He tugged my shorts down, his fingers grazing my skin."Nah, don't do it, please," I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. As I glanced up, I saw Jericho peeki

Hugo“Who?” I asked, trying to piece together the details. “A guy in a suit, huh?” The image of a man in a suit haunted me. Darius Winona was the only person I knew who’d venture into a fight dressed like that.“The tip out west wasn’t true.” I told Seraphina to call Frederick and get him home. She trembled in my arms, and I could feel her fear seeping into me. The realization that they’d left her alone, without even trying to find her, was crushing. We tried calling for help, but there was no signal. We couldn’t reach anyone.“Yo, did they mention where they’re taking my sister?” I asked, my voice tight with anxiety. Her face was a mask of fear, and I saw her swallow nervously, searching for the right words that might cause less pain.“They took her to a different pack, to live with an alpha,” she whispered.“Wow, they’ve really pulled a fast one on us,” Eros said, bloodied and shaken as he came up the stairs. He shook his head, lost in thought about the chaos of the past nights. “Th

Anastasia“Hey, did you forget how to act?” Hugo roared, his growl so intense it knocked me backward. I fell quickly, unable to stop myself. My head smacked against the floor, and everything started to spin. A wave of nausea washed over me. I saw Hugo standing above me, shouting, but his words were a blur. My vision blurred, and I slipped into a peaceful, dark void....AnastasiaMan, I woke up this morning feeling like I’d just had the most intense sleep ever. But alongside that, I was hit with the worst migraine of my life. I couldn’t even figure out where I was. The air around me smelled like a mix of cologne and hints of pine.I wondered if I’d been drinking or if Gray had somehow convinced Christabel to come after me. For the life of me, I couldn’t recall what happened the night before—or the night before that. I had no idea how I ended up in this place.I propped myself up, trying to ease the pounding in my head with my hands. I felt a cold draft against my warm skin. As I look

Hugo“You didn’t do it, Frederick!” I stood up from the bench, moving closer to him to make sure he could hear me clearly. “Sure, there were mistakes, but let’s regroup and stay calm. We need to sort this out. She’s interested in you. It’s time to get things in order! We need to find a middle ground!”My phone rang suddenly, feeling like a stroke of divine intervention. I yanked it out of my pocket, fumbling as if it were an explosive that needed immediate attention. My eyes widened in disbelief when I saw the name on the screen.“Aunt Margo?” I answered, trying to keep my voice steady. “Hold up, let me just hear what she’s saying.” It had been ages since I last heard from her. Apparently, Anastasia had crossed paths with her while leaving Gray, and Aunt Margo had helped her escape. “Hey there!”Margo spoke quickly, her voice tinged with urgency. “I’m short on time. After we’re done talking, I’ll be getting rid of this phone, so pay close attention.” She sounded breathless. “I flew ov

Hugo“I’m here to see Anastasia,” the guy said. Dirty blonde hair, tattoos—he was the type who dabbled in booze and substances. The troublemaker. I struggled to make sense of what he was saying. If only I’d known who he was and what he was up to, maybe I could have stopped everything. I had a chance, but I missed it. I’ll always carry that blame. Frederick, on the other hand, was becoming a real handful. Ever since those photos got sent out, Eros’s phone had been off. That was actually a blessing in disguise—it kept him from giving in to temptation. Frederick’s jaw was clenched, his muscles tight. He tried to relax with one cigarette after another, and drinks didn’t help either. He kept getting tattoos to amplify his constant pain and numbness. Anastasia’s name was inked in delicate script over his heart, and my other sister, Estelle’s, was beautifully etched along his bicep. No matter how hard he pushed himself or tried new workouts, he couldn’t reach the level of exertion he crav