บททั้งหมดของ My Luna, My Son, My Regret: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Kaden’s POV:I lift my head, my voice barely controlled. “Care to explain why my name isn’t on any of these?”Eloise doesn’t answer right away. She watches me carefully, as if preparing for a storm.Then, with a smirk that doesn’t reach her eyes, she says, “Because you were never supposed to know about them.”The ground beneath me might as well have shattered.For the first time in my life, I have no words.And Eloise?She takes a step back.Then another.Then she turns on her heel and walks away, leaving me standing there, gripping the proof of my stolen years.I scoff, shoving the birth certificates into my back pocket before taking another step toward her. My patience is already stretched thin, and the smug way she tilts her head, completely unaffected by my presence, is only making it worse."You think this is a joke?" I grit out, my voice a low growl.Eloise simply arches a brow. "No, I think it's a waste of time standing around when we have work to do." She turns to Abbie, compl

Eloise’s POV: The next morning, my hands grip the steering wheel tighter than necessary as I pull into the training grounds, my knuckles turning white. I can still feel Kaden’s presence lingering on my skin, like a touch I can’t scrub away. Abbie had been babbling away about something Colton said but I did not give a damn as I was distracted with his voice flitting through my head every now and again. Damn him. Damn the way his words coil around my throat, the way his voice slithers into my mind long after he’s gone. I don’t belong to him. I never will. Abbie shifts beside me, stretching her arms over her head. “You look like you’re about to murder someone.” I exhale sharply, forcing my hands to relax. “Not someone. Just one particular asshole.” She snorts, “You mean the very large, very territorial, very obsessed asshole who followed us here?” My stomach drops. “What?” She jerks her chin toward the rearview mirror. I glance up just in time to see a familiar black pick-up

Kaden’s POV: That night, I find myself outside her room. Again. I don’t knock. I don’t need to. Because the second she opens the door, she stops short. Her eyes narrowing, pulse spiking. She knew I’d come. And she’s waiting. For what, I don’t know. But I’m damn well going to find out. Eloise’s POV: I should slam the door in his face. I should. But I don’t. Because the way Kaden stands there, arms braced against the doorframe like he owns the whole damn world, makes something sharp and dangerous coil in my stomach. My grip tightens on the door handle, “You really don’t know when to quit, do you?” His golden eyes gleam under the dim hallway light. “Not when it comes to you.” My heart does something stupid. I ignore it. Instead, I cross my arms, making sure he sees the irritation on my face. “Do you need something, or are you just here to breathe in my direction like some stalker?” Kaden smirks. Lazy and lethal. “Depends. Will you let me in?” I scoff, “Not in this l

Eloise’s POV:I furrow my brows just as he stops in front of me.Crossing my arms against my chest, I prepare myself for another glare-off with him when he does the next thing I did not see coming.He grabs my arm, dragging me to goddess-knows-where. At first, I recoil but his grip was firm and there was no escaping his hand wrapped around my wrist like handcuffs.“What are you doing? Let me go!” I growl, furious he would do this in front of my trainees. They all looked on at what was happening and glanced at one another, not having any clue as to why this giant, handsome dork is pulling my arm in the middle of training.My cheeks redden in anger and embarrassment, and I yank my arm away when he growls, turning to face me.“What in goddess’ name do you think you’re doing?” I hiss, demanding to know what the hell has gotten into his head to whisk me away at such an inappropriate time.‘You mean to say he should only when it’s appropriate, then?’ Adeline teased, clearly enjoying his att

Eloise’s POV:My heart clenched with worry, and my stomach sank. Mum? Adeline whimpered too.Mum and I managed to get into contact with each other three years ago. I told her about the rogues and the pack that consisted only of women. She also informed me that Dexter was arrested somewhere, but she wasn’t sure by which pack and for what charges. I was able to let out a sigh of relief once I found out about his arrest. But one morning, around the time she used to call me and see the pups, my phone didn’t ring.I thought she was busy, but the next week she never rang. Then, a week passed still nothing. Two weeks later, I can’t get through to her cell. She never rang after that.“What happened to her?” I ask, my voice laced with worry.Dread fills me at the thought of something happening to my mum, the one person who didn’t turn her back on me when the whole world did.My father clenched his jaw, and I could see he’s hesitating to tell me.“What aren’t you telling me?”My father looks aw