All Chapters of The Scarred Luna: Alpha's Unforgivable Mistake: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

ERYN The steam had already filled the room by the time he pulled me in. My heart raced uncontrollably. Breathing was extremely difficult. Hot steam, warm and thick, curling around everything, and I stopped thinking about being sensible approximately two seconds after the door clicked behind me. “You’re still dressed,” he said, looking at me with an eyebrow raised. “I noticed,” I whispered breathlessly. The corners of his lips tilted slightly but not enough to call it a smile. His hands were warm from the water and unhurried in a way that made it hard to breathe properly. He wasn’t rushing anything. That much was obvious; neither was he treating this like something he wanted to get over with . He moved like he had already decided this was where his attention was going and nothing was going to interrupt that. “Rhys.” His name came out smaller than I intended. “Mm.” He didn’t stop what he was doing. I laughed a little, then stopped laughing because he did something that m

ERYN Did he mark you? I was already out of the hospital and halfway down the pavement before I realized I was still carrying the question with me. Like I had packed it up along with my bag and walked out with it without meaning to. I hadn’t answered my mother properly. We both knew that. I had smiled in that vague way that bought time and said something about neither of them being ready yet and she had let it go, mostly because the news about Niko was still sitting in her chest taking up most of the available space. She had nodded and had said all she wanted was for me to be happy. Said the doctor seemed like a good man, a genuinely good one, and she meant it too because Rhys had been involved in my father’s treatment in ways that went beyond what anyone had asked of him. We had talked for a little while after that. Small things. Comfortable things. The kind of conversation you had when the big things had already been said and the room needed to breathe. Then I told her I

RHYS I had just stepped out of the operating room when my phone buzzed in my pocket. The faint smell of antiseptic still clung to me, my hands freshly washed, sleeves rolled halfway up my forearms as I walked down the corridor toward my office. My body ached in that dull, familiar way that came after hours of standing, of focusing, of keeping people alive. I welcomed it. Pain kept my mind occupied. But the second my phone buzzed again, more insistently this time, I knew whoever it was wouldn’t be ignored. I pulled it out, my brows already knitting slightly. Kael. That alone was enough to make my jaw tighten. “What now?” I muttered under my breath, unlocking the screen. The message wasn’t text. It was an image. My steps slowed, then stopped completely. For a moment, I just stared at it, my grip tightening around the phone as something sharp and immediate settled deep in my chest. Torren on his knees. In front of her. Eryn stood in front of him, her posture stiff, her expres

RHYS It took everything in me not to react, not to let even a flicker of what I had just realized show on my face. Because suddenly, it all made sense. They didn’t know. Eryn’s wolf had been dormant for months. Ever since Torren rejected her, the bond had shut down in a way that masked everything tied to her identity. Her scent, her presence, even the faint trace of a mate bond would be buried deep enough that no one could detect it unless she allowed it. And she hadn’t, which meant the Sons of the Wild were working blind. They knew I was involved with her. That much was obvious. But they didn’t know what she really was to me. Good. That worked in my favor. Slowly, I let a faint smile settle on my lips as I looked back at the woman. She was watching me closely, waiting for a reaction, expecting anger or panic or at least some form of resistance. I gave her none of that. “So,” I said calmly, slipping my phone into my pocket, “you kidnapped my mate.” Her lips curved with sati

RHYS By the time I checked the clock again, it was a few minutes past ten. I hadn’t moved from the chair in the security room for over an hour. Multiple screens lit up the space in front of me, each one running a different feed, a different system, a different attempt at tracing something that didn’t want to be found. Coordinates, signal interference, rerouted paths. Whoever took her knew exactly how to cover their tracks. That didn’t surprise me. What othered me was how clean it all was. Too clean. I leaned back slightly, dragging a hand down my face before refocusing on the main screen. “Come on…” I muttered under my breath, fingers moving across the keyboard again. There had to be a gap somewhere, a delay or a miscalculation. People always make mistakes, even them. Especially them. Because no matter how organized they tried to be, I knew how they operated. I had worked within those systems long enough to recognize patterns, habits, blind spots. And this? This was too perfe