บททั้งหมดของ My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Meanwhile, Cassia had just finished dinner with Arthur, who had woken up from his nap.“Mommy, are we in Alpha Aiden’s house?” he asked, accepting a cup of water from her hands.“Yeah…” Cassia replied simply, though her voice carried no warmth.Arthur’s lips curved into a small, secret smile. Cassia tilted her head, suspicious of his sudden cheer. Why does he look so pleased to be here?Arthur’s chest buzzed with excitement. Finally, he was under the same roof with his real dad. He didn’t need proof, every glance in the mirror, every look at Aiden’s features, only deepened his conviction. His mother’s past with Alpha Aiden connected the missing dots. All he needed now was a way to prove it, perhaps a DNA test.“Why are you happy we’re here, Arthur?” Cassia asked, kneeling in front of him as she unbuttoned his shirt to prepare him for his bath. Her brows arched, waiting for an answer.“Nothing. I’m just happy I get to see my new friend,” he said with a mischievous shrug.Cassia narrowe

Aiden stood firm against the door, his body an unmovable wall blocking Cassia’s escape.“I said move, Aiden!” she shouted for what felt like the fifth time, her palms pressing against his chest, trying to shove him away. But he didn’t budge an inch.“No,” he said lowly, his voice rough with need. “I won’t.”His hand caught hers before she could push him again, holding her still.Cassia froze. Their gazes collided, locked so deeply it was as though the years had folded back, binding them together again. Their bodies were close…too close…close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him.For a fleeting second, his scent enveloped her, familiar and dangerous. It was like her wolf had awoken inside her again, remembering. It was the same pull she had felt in that boardroom not long ago, but this… This was stronger, rawer. It felt like it was seven years ago all over again. Her throat went dry as her eyes betrayed her, wandering from his gaze down to the curve of his lips, the s

“No, Aiden did…”James’s words froze Cassia in place. Her whole body went numb. He kept the clothes? For seven years?Her eyes drifted to the gown in her hand, her throat tightening as memories crashed over her. That night came rushing back, the night she had worn it after shopping, the way Aiden had walked in from a board meeting and his lips parting when he saw her. His eyes dark with hunger. And then his mouth had been on hers, his hands desperately roaming all over her and the night consumed in fire and passion.She swallowed hard, pushing the dress back as if it burned her fingers.“Thank you, James,” she whispered, her voice brittle.He nodded. “Good night.”She watched his back as he left, the door clicking softly shut. For a moment, silence wrapped the room, and then the tears came…hot, bitter.Coming back here was torture. Every corner, every object dragged her back into memories she had buried. And now these clothes, he kept like relics. Why? Was it some twisted plan to brea

Morning came quickly. Cassia woke with the first rays of light spilling through the curtains. She turned and looked at Arthur still asleep beside her, his soft breathing steady. Her heart softened, and she leaned forward, kissing his forehead gently. A sigh slipped out, today felt better than yesterday, lighter somehow.She dragged herself into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and splashed water on her skin until she felt refreshed. Stepping out, her eyes fell on the shopping bag left untouched on the couch. She pressed her lips together.I can’t just leave it there until the seventh day. This room will look like a mess.She walked over, pulled out the bag, and started arranging things neatly into the wardrobe. As she opened the first cupboard, her eyes froze on a set of clothes which were hers, from seven years ago. The sight made her chest ache. She picked one up, ran her fingers over the fabric, and a memory slammed into her, wearing that very dress on a night wh

Cassia stood in the kitchen, the warm scent of pasta filling the air. Arthur sat perched on the counter, swinging his legs, his laughter mixing with the soft clatter of pots and pans. For a moment, it almost felt like old times, just mother and son in their little bubble.It felt like when Eva was still alive. She would sit on the counter, giggling, while Cassia gave her spoons filled with soup to lick, and she would giggle happily. Cassia felt her heart break at the thought of her dead daughter. She sighed.“Mommy,” Arthur said suddenly, his tone more serious, “does Ethan’s mom hate us?”Cassia’s hand froze mid-stir. She turned slowly to him. “Honey, what makes you think that?”Arthur fiddled with his fingers. “The way she looks at us. Like we’re… disgusting. I don’t know how else to say it.”Cassia sighed softly, reaching over to brush his hair back. “She has her own battles, love. People show their hurt in strange ways. Let’s not bother her, alright? Just let her be.”Arthur nodded