HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Rose didn't even look up from the book. "It's called 'In a Monster’s Bed.'" The name rang a bell, something vaguely scandalous from a distant past, but I pressed on. "What's it about? You must be very smart to be reading such a thick book or something so intently. Or looking at it so… " I trailed off, feeling like an idiot. "You get my point." What was with me, getting all tongue-tied talking to my own kid? Rose's cheeks flushed pink. "No, it's not that kind of book you are thinking of. It's mostly romance and…smut." My eyes widened. Oh. Moon. Goddess. I couldn't believe my daughter, my sweet, sheltered, Disney-coded little Rose, was consuming filth instead of stories that could inspire her. I mean, I had consumed filth myself, but Rose had always been so innocent, or at least so good at pretending to be innocent. I knew my baby was a damn nerd, but she seemed like one of those nerdy wholesome good-girls.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Rolling and turning, sleep was a damn impossibility. My mind was a fucking hamster wheel, spinning with worries about Anna. I grabbed my phone, scrolling through the internet, half-dreading what I would find. I was right to dread it. News stories were plastered everywhere, exaggerating the whole goddamn mess. "Alpha's Daughter Faints at Mating Ball After Fiancé Caught Kissing Another!" A lot of people were doing memes of her and Kevin, memes of Anna shoving the other girl, and every cringe-worthy moment replayed for the world to dissect. And the comments. Fucking hell, the comments. People were mocking her, laughing at her misery. One comment read, "Because she's an Alpha's daughter, she thought she could get away with anything. She thought she could get violent with anyone, and the person wouldn't fight back." Another replied, "I know, right? She thought she would end up with her childhood sweetheart. What a

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Flynn's POV╰──────༺♡༻──────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧The second I crashed through the packhouse doors with a blonde whore, my mouth was on hers, hot, wild, tasting like whiskey and regret.I pinned her against the nearest wall, one hand fisting in her tangled blond hair while the other tore at the delicate strap of her dress.The fabric gave way with a satisfying rip, exposing one pert breast, the nipple already hard against my palm. She gasped, arching into me, but all I could see behind my closed eyelids was Selena, Selena’s golden skin, Selena’s rosy lips, and Selena fucking trembling beneath me like she would have all those years ago if I hadn’t ruined everything.“Alpha—” the whore moaned, but I cut her off with a brutal kiss, walking her backward down the hall.Our bodies hit every damn surface, a framed painting of my ancestors tilted hazardously, and a side table toppled with a crash, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Not when every slide of her tongue against

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ I stumbled out of my room, throwing my hair into a messy bun. Pajama pants and top still on. Exhausted. Barely got any sleep. Not after overhearing Alpha Jeremiah and Flynn talking about a flood last night after I had been kicked out of the room. I didn't want to eavesdrop, but I had heard what they were saying, and it sounded serious. Wished someone would fill me in on what the hell was going on in this pack. I had been up all night, tossing and turning. The entire packhouse was empty. Everyone was still asleep, or…something. I grabbed an apple from the counter, biting into it, leaning against the kitchen island. "Mate!" Lena screamed. "So much for warning me, Lena," I replied, mentally. Alpha Jeremiah walked into the kitchen. Figures. He looked unfairly good for a man who had just woken up and who had caught me with a naked Alpha Flynn in the closet last night. The thought made me choke on the apple. Memories of

╭──────────.★..─╮Selena's POV╰─..★.──────────╯⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧I stood in front of the easel in the sunlit art room, paint-stained apron tied tight around my waist. Trying to get my shit together. The scent of turpentine and fresh canvas usually calmed me, but today it did jack shit. I was fucking livid about what Jacob had done this morning, taking the expensive golden brush his father had gifted me, out of the blue, no less, and calling me a whore for accepting it. And then burning it. Now he was back from school, and I was supposed to teach him.I had nearly shifted right there and taught him a lesson, but I held it together. Alpha Jeremiah wanted me to handle his son's attitude through art and said it would teach him discipline and patience. Yeah, right. Now it felt more like a punishment for me.Jacob lounged at his station like he owned the place, charcoal smudged on his fingers. The same smug tilt to his mouth. He was supposed to be working on shading techniques, basic value scales,