บททั้งหมดของ TO DENY A LUNA: บทที่ 121 - บทที่ 130

DAMON'S POVThe air was light with teasing when she tilted her head and gestured toward the bundle of clothes resting in my arms, her expression playful and sharp.“So, did you go sniffing Elysia’s underwear too?”“What? Of course not!” I said, my voice firm and rushed. “I just picked these up from the hamper in the bathroom.”Like what the hell?The corners of her lips twitched into a knowing smirk as she gave a soft laugh. The amusement in her eyes sparkled like the edge of a joke only she understood. Then, with casual ease, she tossed her panties and camisole at me.“Relax, Damon. I’m only messing with you.”I let out a slow breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, the tightness in my chest loosening just enough to feel ridiculous for taking her seriously.But she wasn’t finished. Stretching out more comfortably on the bed, she cast me a sideways glance, still amused. “If you’re looking for a job, I could use

VELARA'S POVThe moment Kylie answered the phone, I didn’t waste time. My voice came out firm and clipped as I told her, “Call Isla and see if she can fill in. I’m heading to the commune.” The panic was already taking root, curling tightly in my chest like a storm ready to break loose.Kael.His name echoed through my mind, heavy and urgent. My fingers trembled slightly as I pulled out my phone and called Damon. The line clicked once, then went straight to voicemail. I stared at the screen in disbelief, then locked it with a sharp tap. Of course it was off. Of course.A growl built in my throat, low and frustrated. I turned to Dante, my tone clipped. “Mind-link your Alpha. Ask him where my son is.”Dante’s mouth curved into a lazy smirk, clearly unbothered by my rising panic. “If you’d let him mark you, you could mind-link him yourself,” he said with a shrug.I rolled my eyes, not in the mood for games. His expression turned dist

VELARA'S POVDante drives in steady silence, the cityscape blurring past the windows as we make our way toward Damon’s hotel. When the car finally rolls to a stop in front of the grand entrance, I step out, and instantly, I feel the weight of a hundred unspoken questions pressing down on me. Eyes turn. Heads tilt. Their stares are anything but subtle, brazen, judgmental, and heavy with unspoken disdain. It is as if my presence alone disturbs the pristine air of this place.I pause beside the car, a flicker of hesitation passing through me. The urge to turn around or vanish into smoke hums beneath my skin, but I steel myself and follow Dante into the hotel. The lobby stretches wide before us, a display of wealth and sophistication. Crystal chandeliers scatter soft golden light across glossy marble floors, and velvet seating lounges like royalty across the space. But none of it softens the jagged discomfort rising in me. No amount of luxury can dull the sharpness of

VELARA'S POVI had stormed over with a fire in my chest, prepared to yank my son out of this place and unleash every ounce of anger I’d bottled up on the man who caused all of this. My mind had played it out already—shouting, confrontation, maybe even a slap if it came to that. I was ready to demand answers, ready to tear Damon apart if that’s what it took. But beneath the fury, a quieter truth lingered. I probably couldn’t have done it alone. If it came to actual blows, I’d need someone at my back. Still, I had come in braced for war.But the moment unraveled in a way I didn’t expect. It shifted under my feet, softening in places I didn’t want it to.“Just stay,” Damon said, his hand wrapping firmly around my arm. His voice wasn’t angry. It wasn’t sharp. It was quiet—almost tired—and carried something that felt too much like hope. “I’ll take the couch tonight.”I blinked at him, stunned by the offer. “You’d seriously sleep on your own couch?” I a

VELARA'S POVThe scream tore from my throat before I could stop it."I can't see any damn blue dial! Your stupid dial is busted!" I shouted, my voice cracking with panic. A sudden blast of freezing water slammed into me from above, not the wall, not the usual nozzle, the ceiling. The ceiling!Instinct kicked in. I raised my arms, twisting away in a frantic attempt to shield my body. At that point, I wasn’t even concerned about my ears anymore, let me go deaf if I must, but my poor ass couldn’t take another hit. The spray pelted me like punishment, relentless and aggressive, and I swore I’d wandered into the bowels of an industrial car wash rather than a shower. It was full-blast chaos, like a pressure washer set to destroy.Then, blessedly, the water cut off.Silence crashed in, save for the muffled, unmistakable sound of someone stifling laughter.I stood frozen, heart thundering in my chest. Water dripped from my lashes and hai