Todos os capítulos de Chasing His Stunning Luna: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

Arianna As I stood frozen in front of the door, Sergio’s scent lingered in the air. It was rich and commanding, like the forest after a heavy rain. My senses felt sharper than ever, almost hyper-aware. It wasn’t the first time I had noticed changes in myself, but now I couldn’t ignore it. When did my wolf become so attuned to things? I didn’t have time to dwell on the thought. Sergio’s presence filled the room as soon as I opened the door. He stood tall and imposing, his dark eyes scanning me briefly before nodding in approval. “You’re ready,” he said simply, his voice low and steady. Does that mean he liked the training suit? Really? I'm ready with this? I nodded, unsure of what to say. His gaze lingered on me for a moment longer than necessary, and I felt a strange mix of comfort and unease under his scrutiny. Behind him, Mia appeared with her usual brisk efficiency. “We don’t have time to waste,” she said, motioning for me to follow. “The pack is waiting.”

Chapter 33 Sergio's POV The morning had started uneventfully. The pack’s preparations for the Luna ceremony were in full swing, and every member seemed to be moving with purpose. Yet, something gnawed at me—a sense of unease I couldn’t shake. I had spent most of the day overseeing security and ensuring the elders had everything they needed for tonight. But as the sun began its slow descent, I realized I hadn’t seen Alaric all day. Alaric wasn’t the type to disappear without reason, especially on a day like this. He thrived in the spotlight, always finding ways to involve himself in the pack’s affairs. I had dismissed it at first, assuming he was somewhere causing his usual mischief, but when one of the guards approached me with a hesitant expression, I knew something was off. “Alpha,” the guard said, bowing slightly. “I thought you should know—Alaric was seen heading toward Luna's chambers earlier.” I froze, my jaw tightening. “When?” “About an hour ago,” the guard replie

ARIANNA'S P.O.V “Why would you call for him? Do you need something?” Jealousy was laced in Sergio’s tone and I rubbed centre of my head concealing the little smile that tugged at the corner of my lips threatening to morph into a grin. “No, not really. I just wanted to ask him some questions.” I said and though there was an unsatisfied look in his eyes, he masked it off immediately. “Well, it looks like his hands are full at the momeñt. Hold on, is Elena and Alaric the ‘romance’ you were talking about?” He questioned and I nodded, turning to see Alaric and Elena walking away. “Hold on, I really need to talk to Alaric. I'll be right back.” I went after them but the time I got out of the door, they were nowhere to be found. I walked through the garden, the moonlight casting silver streaks over the neatly trimmed hedges. That’s when I heard them—soft whispers, low and intimate. Can't they stop for even a minute? It's not up to 10 minutes I broke them apart and here they are munch

ANNIKA'S POV The faint glow of candlelight flickered across the room, casting long shadows on the walls as I lay beneath Logan. His hands moved across my skin with ease, but his mind wasn’t here. I could see it in the way his eyes glazed over, in the half-hearted way he whispered my name. It was routine, mechanical, like he was going through the motions because it was expected of him. I bit back the frustration bubbling within me, determined to pull him back to the present. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tilted his chin toward me. “Logan,” I whispered, my voice soft but commanding. He hummed, his focus flickering for a brief moment before slipping away again. “Look at me,” I urged, tightening my grip. His gaze finally met mine, but before I could revel in the connection, he murmured, “Arianna…” The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I froze, every muscle in my body locking in place. Had I misheard him? My heart thundered in my chest as I stared up at him, searching f

Chapter 39 Annika’s POV With every step, branches scratched my cloak, and the damp earth sucked at my boots. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the woods bathed in shadows. A sliver of moonlight cut through the canopy above, guiding me deeper into rogue territory. I clutched the note the alchemist had sent, her cryptic words etched in shaky handwriting. “Follow the wolf’s fang, and you’ll find me.” My fingers traced the drawing of a jagged stone she’d mentioned, the one now visible just ahead. The boulder rose like a lone sentinel, its shape resembling a broken canine tooth. The air grew heavier the closer I got, thick with the stench of herbs and smoke. My pulse quickened, but I forced myself forward, refusing to let fear slow me down. “Come out,” I called, my voice steady despite the tightness in my throat. “I’m here.” A figure emerged from the shadows, draped in tattered robes that trailed the ground. The alchemist’s face was obscured by a hood, but her luminou