บททั้งหมดของ The Luna's Groom: บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

P E R S U E S I don't know what I've done, but I don't regret it either. Heavens, she was so good... so unbelievably good that I completely lost control with just the way she was looking at me, her emerald green eyes holding a mix of challenge and surrender. A dizzying rush of sensation had taken over, leaving me completely at her mercy. Memories of us doing this before flood my head, memories that I previously morphed into fantasies, unable to comprehend they were real. Her body is a testament to our history, a history I'm only now beginning to uncover. She's tired, her eyes are shut and she's resting her head on my chest, but I know she's not sleeping. Her breathing is too soft, too even, for true sleep. She's just basking in the quiet aftermath, just like me. My fingers thread through the fiery strands of her burgundy hair, the color a stark contrast to my pale skin, a color I've always loved just on her. I slip my hand over her waist and down to her stomach, my fingers brushi

E L E A N O R "Oh… I'm just going to, umm… wait outside, I guess." Bernadette’s nervous laugh filled the sudden silence as she awkwardly took several steps back. The air was so thick with unspoken questions that it felt heavy and suffocating. I remained seated on the cabinet, my face burning with a blush I could feel spreading to my ears. Perseus, however, seemed to find the situation highly amusing. He was watching me with a slow smirk, his dark eyes sparkling as if my reaction was the most entertaining thing he'd seen all day. "No… it's fine… really," I responded, my voice a little too high. "I was about to leave anyway." Bernadette nodded and quickly shut the door behind her, leaving us alone again. I let out a long, shaky sigh. My heart was pounding, a frantic drumbeat in my chest. I knew I had a lot of explaining to do, and the thought of her knowing everything filled me with a mixture of embarrassment and a strange kind of thrill. "Well, that was interesting," he said,

E L E A N O R My body moves on its own, a deep-seated instinct taking over as I run into his arms. I pull him close, hugging him tightly and breathing him in. The dam I've been holding back all day finally breaks, and tears roll down my cheeks. I've held it in, pretended to be strong and okay, but I'm not. He's here now, and all the pretense melts away. He’s here, and my father is finally dead, executed like a scoundrel for all the world to see. It’s over. "You know, for someone who's pregnant, you sure run a lot," he muses gently, his voice soft as he holds me. He pulls back slightly, a hand coming up to gently lift my face by my chin. "Are you okay?" he asks, his gaze searching mine. I shake my head, unable to speak, and he pulls me into a tight hug. He pats my hair as I lean into his chest, letting the tears fall freely as I finally mourn for the man who was both my father and my tormentor. The sun is starting to set, its last rays filtering through the window, and the room s

E L E A N O R My lycan? The words hang in the air between us, a ridiculous question that feels like my chest is contrasting, stealing the air from my lungs. My mind struggles to form a coherent thought. I don't understand how this is possible. I thought it left me. I thought Ravon's possession had taken that side of me completely, a side I thought he gave me. My mind is a mess of fragmented memories and confusing new information, and I can't reconcile them. I stare at Bernadette, the vibrant garden around us fading into a blur of color and motion as confusion clouds my vision. I can feel her watching me, her head cocked to one side, a slow, knowing brow raising as if she can read the frantic, chaotic thoughts racing through my mind. She understands that something has gone horribly wrong, that what she's saying doesn't align with my reality. “Cat got your tongue, Luna?” Eira taunts. "Or are you just terrified of me?” "No.. it's not that, I just...I didn't expect this.” The wor

E L E A N O R "But you know what to do, right?" I ask, leaning closer, my fingers curling into the edge of the table. The weight of the question presses down on me, and I need him to give me something or anything, that could fix this. Marcus exhales, rubbing his temple like he’s weighing his words before speaking. "It'll come just as it left. When Perseus lost his memory as a thirteen-year-old, it was during an outburst of his dragon. He attacked his mother, and the shock left him in that state. He only remembered a year later, when she died." His voice drops, low but heavy. A cold knot twists in my stomach. So that’s why Asmodeus had been so hesitant at first. Perseus didn’t remember his own mother until she was dying. Would it take something just as brutal to bring his memories back now? Would I have to watch him die again? "What?" My voice comes out sharper than I mean it to. "I've heard from Asmodeus that I could use fairy magic..." "The fae are gone, Eleanor. Queen Mere