Semua Bab Alpha’s Scumbag: Sorry My Luna: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Georgia’s POVLater that day, I made my way back Leah’s house, hesitating on her porch with my hand poised above the doorbell. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding and pressed the bell.Almost immediately, I heard her footsteps hurrying inside, then the soft creak of the door swinging open. Leah’s face lit up the moment she saw me, her smile wide and easy, like I belonged there.“There you are!” she said, stepping aside to let me in. She led me to the living room. We settled on the couch, and Leah poured us each a cup of tea. She watched me closely over the rim of her mug, her eyes soft but curious.“So,” she began gently, “how are your little ones doing?”I felt my throat tighten at the question. My gaze dropped to my hands, fingers twisting nervously around the teacup. “They’re… they’re okay,” I said quietly. “Better, I think.”Leah tilted her head, her expression full of quiet concern. “I’ve been meaning to ask. You’ve never really mentioned much about them befor

Georgia’s POVI never thought the day would come when I’d finally walk out of that suffocating apartment with my children in my arms. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through me as I stood outside Damien and Lucy’s apartment, watching Ruth haul the last of the luggage into the trunk. “Nathaniel, Natalie,” I called softly, bending to brush their hair back from their foreheads as their little feet clung to me and Leah. They had just recently started walking“Just a little longer, my loves. We’re almost free.”Leah stood by my side, she had insisted on coming, and I was grateful beyond words. She didn’t know Damien or Lucy personally had only heard the bitter stories I’d forced out of myself between tears and sleepless nights but that didn’t matter. The moment she stepped into this mess, she made it clear: she was in my corner.“Don’t worry,” Leah murmured to me, her voice sharp as steel wrapped in silk. “They won’t hurt you. Not while I’m here.”Ruth p

Georgia’s POVWe got home that day, Leah had stepped out first, her arms full of groceries as the estate maid help her carry the rest while I and Ruth carried the babies. Inside, Leah busied herself immediately. She had always been like that in the last few days I have been here. She set the bags on the counter and began unpacking. I watched her as I held Nathaniel closer, his tiny sleepy head nuzzled into the crook of my neck.The evening settled into routine. Ruth finished tidying up the front room and went to prepare Nathaniel’s things for bed while I took him to the nursery. Leah stayed in the kitchen, chopping vegetables as she prepared dinner as I walked inside the room. Suddenly, Leah’s phone began to ring.I called out, “Leah, your phone’s ringing!”She didn’t hear me. Or perhaps she was too caught up in the clatter of pans and the bubbling on the stove to register my voice.“Leah!” I tried again, louder this time.Still nothing.With Nathaniel still in my arms, I glanced tow

Karl’s POVThe moment my boots touched the soil of the werewolf kingdom, a satisfied ensation crawled up my spine, happy sensation. Despite the long journey, my pulse quickened. Because every step forward was a step closer to Leah.Her name alone was enough to anchor me through storms. And now I was here, in her kingdom, no longer a phantom lover drifting between borders and phone calls. We would be in the same space, breathing the same air. I found my way to the hotel easily enough.Inside, the reception area felt cozy and warm. A young woman at the desk straightened as I approached, her eyes taking quick stock of me before softening into a polite smile.“Good evening,” I greeted, voice roughened by the travel but steady. “I have a reservation. Under my name.”She typed briskly, fingers fluttering across the keys like wings. “Yes,” she confirmed a moment later, sliding a small brass key across the polished counter. “Top floor, room twenty-one. Welcome to Mooncrest Hotel. We hope yo

Karl’s POV Steam from the running water curled in lazy spirals around us. The warmth of the water drummed gently on my shoulders, trailing rivulets down my skin as my eyes were passionately shut as I felt every inch of her tongue movement.Her palm, slick with water and now the subtle trace of soap, were placed around my member. My back pressed against the cool tiles. I watched her face, her lips parted just slightly in focus. Her eyes then flicked up to meet mine, her lips liting up with smile as she caught my reaction.Her hand movements were slow at first, almost playful, my breath caught in my throat when she tightened her grip just slightly, a subtle pressure that sent a tremor through my legs. I bit down a groan, my hands bracing against the slick tiles behind me.She smiled then. God, that smile and I felt it all unraveling inside me.The water continued to pour over us.When I finally shuddered and came undone under her hand, I exhaled a rough breath, my body tensing and then