บททั้งหมดของ Pursuing My Rejected Luna: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Elana POVThe pack house is finally quiet. Gabby’s tucked into bed, her little stuffed wolf under her arm. The piece of Damon’s shirt is now tied around its foot. I smile at the sight. It is a combination of the most important men in her life. I spin to see Damon lingering at her door. He whispers an extra goodnight before slipping off to his own room. I fight the urge to follow him,I pad back to my room, rubbing my temples. The headache from this morning’s hangover still lingers, but what really hurts is the swirl of everything I can’t say. I am in desperate need of a girls night with Alexis. There is so much to tell her between the almost kiss with Damon and the new, softer Victor. She will never believe it. Any of it. A knock at my door makes me jump. “Come in,” I say softly. The door cracks open, and Victor fills my doorway. He’s in my favorite gray sweats and a black T-shirt. His blonde hair is slightly damp from a shower. My eyes trail over him shamelessly. T

Elana POVBy the time Damon slips out of my room, I’m shaking. My heart’s hammering, my lips still tingling, Lucy pacing so hard inside me it feels like I’ll burst out of my skin. She wants me to go after him, but I don’t know which one she is talking about. Victor and Damon have both visited me tonight. I need to talk to someone who isn’t inside this madness.I grab my phone and scroll until I hit Alexis’s name. She picks up on the second ring. “Elana? Are you okay?” I open my mouth to spill what has happened over the past week, but I can’t seem to find the right words. “This is madness,” I whisper.“What’s madness?” She asks, half panicked. “You sound… weird.”“I need you,” I whisper. “Can you come to the pack house? Now?”“I’m on my way.”Less than twenty minutes later, she’s here, hair tied up, sneakers on, eyes already searching my face. “You look like you’ve been hit by a truck.”I drag her upstairs to my room. I don’t want to talk about this where other people might he

Damon POVMy hands feel rough against her skin, but I can’t stop touching her. I am afraid that if I do, she will disappear into thin air. My memories come flooding back, one by one, each one more powerful than the last. The burn like fire behind my eyes, but with each kiss I place on Elana’s skin, makes it all worth it. She is finally mine. I hover over her body, relishing in her warmth beneath me. How my brother ever tossed her to the side, I will never understand. Her fingers rest on my sides, touching the scars that remain from the night I saved them. Fear and remorse fill her eyes, but I refuse to let her dwell on what could have been.I press my lips to hers, running my tongue along the seam of her lips. She opens quickly, deepening the kiss with stronger passion than before. Her knees spread, and I settle between them, but I don’t enter her. Not yet. Her fingers curl against my skin, trying to pull me closer as her hips lift from the mattress. I swallow her moans, l

Elana POVThe world outside the bedroom has disappeared.Somewhere beyond the curtains, phones buzz, warriors train, the pack still runs. But in here, the air is heavy with heat, skin, and the scent of our arousal tangled together. The days blur. Morning slides into night and back again. Each time I think I’ve slipped free, hands catch me, dragging me back into the bed. Damon’s laugh against my throat, Victor’s low growl in my ear, and I’m pulled back between them, into the tangle of sheets and arms.Three days. Maybe four. I’ve lost count. Alexis is caring for Gabby, and Beta Justin is running the pack. If anyone cares that we have secluded ourselves, they haven’t said anything.We’ve barely eaten. A tray appears once or twice, forgotten on the dresser. My hair is a rat's nest, and my voice a whisper. Every time I stand, one of them pulls me down, and I let them. I stay lost in the storm that only we seem to understand.But now reality is creeping under the door.Victor sits at t

Victor POVMoonshine territory is colder than I remember. The air bites through my open window as I ride up the long gravel road to the pack house. Warriors are stationed at every turn. They watch me like hawks, hands close to their weapons.Inside, the hall is dim and lined with antlered chandeliers, the smell of smoke and strong wine clinging to the stone walls. Alpha Max waits at the far end of a long table, lounging like a king in his own court. His lips are pressed together in a thin smile.“Alpha Victor,” he drawls, swirling his drink. “To what do I owe this… visit?”I sit across from him, meeting his gaze evenly. “Lara. She’s in your territory. I am here so she can return to the Midsummer Pack”He chuckles, low and bitter. “So she is. And why should I hand her over to you?”“Because she’s a criminal,” I say. “She tampered with DNA evidence. She’s manipulated my pack, my family. I am sure when the royal family learns what she has done, they will want her dealt with.”Max leans