All Chapters of The Alpha's reborn Luna: His Surrogate mate : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

EMMALAINE For a heartbeat, I forgot how to breathe.Liam’s hand was still gripping my waist, his breath hot against the curve of my neck. The air between us pulsed like a live current, thick with something raw and dangerous. My body was trembling, not out of fear, but from something far worse. Want.The sound of my pulse drowned out reason. His skin brushed mine, and my body betrayed me, leaning closer instead of away. I could smell the faint spice of his cologne, the iron tang of gun oil, the wild musk of an Alpha who didn’t need words to command the room.“Say it,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low and edged. “Tell me to stop.”I should have. The word was right there but it wouldn’t come. My lips parted instead, and all that escaped was a shaky breath. His hand slid higher, fingers tracing fire along my back. Every nerve in me screamed both yes and no.I’d thought I was immune to men like him but the heat rolling off him was suffocating. My mind kept repeating that this was

CHARLOTTE I stood by the corner, my fingers gripping the edge of the wall, watching the doctor check my mother’s pulse. His face was too serious and I already knew before he even opened his mouth that it wasn’t good news.He adjusted his glasses, scribbled something down on his clipboard, and then looked up at me with that same expression I’d seen on too many faces lately—pity.“Her condition’s worsening,” he said quietly. “The infection is spreading faster than expected. If she doesn’t get the antidote soon, I’m afraid she won’t make it through the next few days.”I swallowed hard. “You mean she’s… dying?”The doctor hesitated, then nodded. “The poison has reached her bloodstream completely. Without the antidote, her organs will begin to shut down one after another. I’m sorry, Charlotte.”He looked at my mom briefly before turning to leave. The door clicked shut behind him, and I felt the sound echo inside my chest like a death knell.I walked slowly to my mother’s bedside. Her skin

CHARLOTTE The moment I stepped into my room, I felt Lyra’s presence before I even saw her. She stood by the doorpost, clutching her small notebook, her big brown eyes filled with worry.Her gaze darted down to my arm, the same arm that had boiled water poured all over it just hours ago — now perfectly healed. She mouthed something soundless, her lips moving rapidly, and then she quickly scribbled on her notepad, tearing the page and holding it up for me to read.“Charlotte, how did you do that?”Her handwriting was neat and looping, the letters slightly smudged from her trembling hand.I sighed, exhausted. “Lyra, not now.”She frowned and wrote again, faster this time.“I saw it. I saw everything. That water should have burned you to the bone.”I sank into the edge of my bed, rubbing my temples. The memory of the hot water, Matilda’s horrified scream, and the impossible healing replayed over and over in my head. My skin was flawless now, smooth as ever, but the fear that came with it

EMMALAINE The kiss still burned on my lips.My brain refused to catch up to what had just happened. Evelyn had kissed me. Out of nowhere. And the worst part? I hadn’t pulled away fast enough.I stood there in the water, frozen, my heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted out of my chest. My breath came uneven, and all I could do was stare at her. She didn’t look sorry. Not even close. Her eyes sparkled under the sunlight, playful and sharp at the same time.“What the hell was that?” I finally managed, though my voice came out breathy and unsure.Evelyn tilted her head, her wet hair clinging to her bare shoulders as she smiled. “Relax. You looked like you needed to be reminded you’re still alive.”“I didn’t ask for that reminder,” I snapped, turning my back to her, hoping she couldn’t see how red my face had gotten.But she didn’t stop. I heard soft splashes behind me, the ripples in the water drawing closer. Then her fingers, brushed against my arm. I flinched at the contact.“D

CHARLOTTE“He’s my father!”The words were still hanging thick in the air, echoing off the walls before Jeffrey even turned around. His eyes widened slightly, but then something like disbelief crossed his face. He blinked once, twice, as if trying to make sense of what he’d just heard.“What did you just say?” His voice was low but sharp.I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “You heard me,” I whispered. “That man you just hired, is my father.”Jeffrey’s expression shifted from confusion to a faint scoff, disbelief written all over him. “That’s ridiculous. You never mentioned having a father. You said your mother raised you alone.”“Because I thought he was dead!” I snapped, the words bursting out of me before I could stop them. My voice trembled, but I couldn't control myself. “He never came for me, Jeffrey. Not once. My mother barely spoke about him, and I grew up believing he was gone, missing, whatever made it easier to sleep at night. But now he’s here, standing in front of me like no