Semua Bab My Ex's Uncle Claims Me as His Luna: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Samuel’s POVThe car swerved violently as I slammed the brakes, tires screeching against asphalt. Layla's body lurched forward, the seatbelt snapping tight across her chest—but it did nothing to stop her hand from sliding up my thigh."Samuel..." Her voice was a breathy whisper, lips brushing my ear as she leaned closer. "My strong, stubborn Alpha..."Every muscle in my body tensed. Her fingers traced circles on my leg. I caught her wrist, but she just sighed and pressed closer, her warm breath fanning across my neck."I've watched you," she murmured, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my forearm. "The way your jaw clenches when you're annoyed... how you rub your temples when Annie tests your patience..." A soft laugh escaped her. "You're always thinking, always protecting... but in my dreams..."Her hand slid up to cup my cheek, her thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. "...in my dreams, you let go."Her words sent a jolt straight to my core. I swallowed hard, gripping the steerin

Layla’s POVHis head turned slowly at the sound of my voice.Sprawled across our secondhand couch that was at least two sizes too small for his frame, his usually impeccable dress shirt rumpled, the top buttons undone to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of a toned chest. "Did you change my clothes?" I asked again, my voice embarrassingly thin.One dark brow arched. "Do I strike you as the type?" His voice was dry as desert wind. "Your mother handled it. Though I did have to veto the bunny slippers."My face burned. "They’re wolves, not bunnies.""Ah." He tilted his head, studying my pajamas with exaggerated scrutiny. "My mistake. The ferocious wolves with... pink bows on their ears?"I crossed my arms. "It was a gift.""From a five-year-old?"I threw a couch pillow at him.Samuel caught it effortlessly, but not before I saw the smirk tugging at his lips. “I’m someone with strong boundaries, Layla. Besides our one night stand, I have never done anything so out of line.”Relief flooded thro

Layla’s POVI looked down at the moon necklace nestled against my chest again. The silver felt warm under my fingers. I’d worn it every day of my life, the metal absorbing my body heat until it seemed part of me.“Sell it, Layla.”I jerked my head up at Mom’s unexpected voice. She stood in the doorway watching us with a strangely intense look on his face. When had she followed us outside?“This way you wouldn’t have to work so hard as a nanny,” she continued, not meeting my eyes. “You could find something…safer.”I unconsciously glanced at Samuel. The thought of leaving his household made my stomach twist. Being with Annie had become healing for me, and if I was honest with myself, being near Samuel was equally important, despite the complications.“I don’t want to sell it,” I said firmly. “It’s not for sale at any price.”Mason stepped closer, lowering his voice. “Be reasonable, Layla. This necklace is worth far more than you realize. I could pay enough for you and your mother to live

Layla’s POVI stood in front of Samuel, my fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of my skirt. In the auto shop around us, mechanics worked on Samuel’s newly installed tires.“I explained my relationship with Barbara because Annie likes you,” Samuel stated firmly, his face stern as a judge delivering a verdict. “Changing nannies would affect her rehabilitation progress significantly. That’s all.”Heat rushed to my cheeks. Of course. He hadn’t been clarifying for my benefit—it was always about Annie. I’d been stupid to think otherwise, to imagine his explanation held any personal significance.“You’re right,” I replied, dropping my hands from my skirt. “Annie’s recovery comes first. She needs consistency in her care.”Samuel nodded, relief flickering across his face. “Good. I’m glad we’re clear on this matter.”“I guess I overthink things sometimes,” I admitted, forcing a smile to hide my disappointment.“You should worry more about Frank’s threats than these misunderstandings,” Samuel

Layla’s POVThere wasn’t much to do at the council today. The usual mountain of paperwork had mysteriously shrunk to a manageable pile, and I finished organizing the materials in the archives by early afternoon. “Ready to go?” Cora asked, poking her head around a bookshelf. “I’m finished cataloging the new acquisitions.”I nodded, tucking a thick rehabilitation therapy book under my arm. I’d discovered it in the medical section yesterday and signed it out, hoping it might help Annie’s recovery.We pushed open the heavy oak doors together, stepping into the bright afternoon. I paused on the top step, momentarily blinded after hours in the dimly lit archives.“Oh my,” Cora whispered, nudging me sharply. “Look who’s waiting for you.”I blinked, my vision adjusting to see Samuel standing next to his car in the parking lot. His hands rested in his pockets as he paced back and forth, clearly waiting for someone. The suit outlined his broad shoulders and straight posture. I admired his chis