Semua Bab The Alpha's Contract Luna: Bab 51 - Bab 60

KYLIE. I look over at Aurora and Liam; they are having a conversation with another couple, and my eyes stay on Aurora, but not on purpose; she has on the most revealing gown that I have ever set my eyes on. It only covers her nipples and her vagina area; everything else is on full display, including her little baby bump, which makes my heart break, and my hand instinctively moves to my stomach. Why does she get to carry her own child when she's the reason I lost mine. “Are you ok?” Damon asked me. He had this confused look on his face as he looked down at my hand on my stomach, and I quickly removed it. “Yeah, I'm fine.” I tell him, and he doesn't say anything, but he doesn't look convinced. Liam and Aurora finally start making their way over to our table and I take a few deep breaths to steady myself. “Well, look who we have here, Alpha Damon, Beta Daniel, Kylie.” Liam says as he sits down, and Aurora sits next to him. “Isn't this a ha

KYLIE. I make my way out of the terrace and into the ballroom. The crowd has cleared enough that I now have a clear sight of our table, but Daniel isn't there, and neither is Liam or Aurora. Hopefully, they've left the party. I'm sure Daniel is fine, the person that I'm worried about is Damon. I close my eyes and focus on that tug again, and I feel it; it's still leading me out of the ballroom, and this time, when I follow it, thankfully, no one stops me. I make my way out of the ballroom and I'm thankful for that tug because if not for it, I would be lost. I make my way down a dimly lit hallway, and before I know it, someone grabs my hand and slams me against the wall; I'm just about to scream like a banshee when they put their hand over my mouth, but it's clear they don't know who they're dealing with. I extend my fangs and get a good bite of their hand and they immediately take it out of my mouth. “You bitch!” He shouts. “Liam?” I ask and I can finall

KYLIE. After Damon left me on that balcony, it took me a minute or two to compose myself and stop crying and then I got a message from Daniel that he was waiting for me outside, and I thought that he meant like downstairs at the entrance to the house that's why I was shocked and also happy to see him when I opened the balcony doors and he was standing on the other side. He didn't ask any questions, he just took my hand and we heated downstairs and into the car where we rode in silence but he never let go of my hand, I wondered where Damon was and why he wasn't riding with us but I didn't dare to ask. I knew this would happen and I was a fool for not stopping it, I knew we needed to talk before anything else and I just let myself be carried away by the lust. The Limo dropped us at home and I was thankful that Stephanie wasn't awake because if she was to ask me about the night, I was going to break down and I didn't want that. I got to my room and I took of my dress and

KYLIE. Around twelve, I leave the library, and I tell Stephanie to leave too, if not I'll send Daniel to drag her out, and that seems to get her on her feet; I don't know what the situation is between those two; they seem to have a love-hate relationship. I make my way down the stairs and to the kitchen and I find chef there but for the first time, he isn't cooking or chopping up ingredients, he's putting away groceries. “Hey chef, did you go to the market?” I asked him. He turns around and glares at me. “You again.” He says and I smile. You see, this is why I'm convinced that he likes me, because even though he growls at me, he still talks to me, unlike other people who he just growls at. “Yeah, it's me again, do you need a hand with those?” I ask him as I point to the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter. “No, I like to do them myself.” He says. “I understand that, wanting to know where everything is.” I tell him. “Did you

KYLIE. “Don't be mad at chef, I convinced him to let me cook dinner tonight.” I tell him. He doesn't say anything, he just grabs an oven mitt from the drawer next to the stove, he picks up the tray of charred minced meat and scorched cheese and drops it into the trashcan, baking sheet and all. He turns and gives me his full attention, his lips twitching in a grin. “Cooking not really your thing Kylie?” Pouting, I cross my arms over my chest. “You're the one with the fancy-ass oven that doesn’t really make it easy.” He crosses the room that's still a little smokey, although the smoke has started to clear, and rakes his gaze up and down my body. Thanks to my wet skin and dripping hair, the bathrobe clings to me, and he arches an eyebrow. “Were you making a special dinner?” I clear my throat. “Kind of.” He cocks his head. “What for?”I swallow. I’m such an idiot. “I, uh, thought it would be nice, when you said we would have dinner tonight and talk, well I th