Semua Bab Hunted Luna Becomes The Godbrothers Possession : Bab 31 - Bab 39

Reese POV Knox walks away without answering my question.His back is rigid, his steps controlled, but something in the way his shoulders tighten tells me my question *did* get to him. He’s not as unaffected as he pretends to be. The realization settles in my chest like something warm and confusing.But I push that thought away.No. No, I can’t think about him. Not right now. Not when my mind is already heavy with too many wheels. Rosabelle’s warning, her boys and Jade.And the weird book burning against my palm.I swallow hard.This book. This book is my priority now.Whatever’s inside it… Rosabelle wants me to know. And Knox clearly doesn’t.I take a slow breath, grounding myself, and start walking down the hallway toward my room.It takes a few minutes long, echoing minutes to reach my door. I push it open and slip inside quickly, shutting it behind me like someone might follow me. My heart still hasn’t fully calmed.The lights hum faintly above me.I walk straight to my bed and si

I stand frozen in the hallway long after Rosabelle disappears around the corner, her warning echoing in my skull like a drum I can't silence. "Avoid my them at all costs." The words loop, relentless, each repetition twisting the knot in my gut tighter. How am I supposed to do that? These boys—Finn, Nolan, Cole—they disarm me before they even try. One look, one brush of their hand, and I'm done for. And Knox... God, Knox. The way his presence pulls at me like gravity I can't fight. They're my mates, a truth no one else knows. Not even them. Resisting their touch? It's like asking water not to flow toward the sea.I press a hand to my temple, willing the chaos to quiet. The hallway feels too empty, too watchful. That door beside me looms, the moan from earlier still a ghost in my ears, but Rosabelle's command overrides it. Don't open it. Fine. One obedience at a time.My phone buzzes in my pocket insistently. I fish it out, glancing at the screen and it was Nolan. *Come to the rink

Reese POV I swallow. “Please… watch me.”A dark chuckle ripples through all three of them.“Then ride your hand like you mean it,” Cole says. “Palm on the floor. Ass in the air. Fuck yourself on those fingers until you’re crying for a cock you’re not allowed to have this time.”My chest caves in at the cruelty of his words. Not allowed. They’re going to edge me, break me, and leave me empty.I lower myself slowly until my forehead almost touches the rubber mat, my cheek pressed now to the cold floor, my ass tilted high up. The position is vulgar, animal. I can feel their eyes on my exposed holes like brands.I start to move.Slow, deep strokes at first, just like they ordered. My fingers curl inside me, searching for the spot that makes my thighs tremble, that makes my toes curl against the ground. Every time I get close, every time my breath hitches and my hips jerk, one of them speaks and yanks me back.“Stop.” Nolan’s voice, cold as the ice snaps. “Pull them out. Spread yourself

Finn's POV "What are you talking about, Reese?" I almost scream, my voice cracking from the fear building up inside me. My hands are shaking as I hover near her, not sure if I should touch her again after how she jerked away last time. Reese doesn't answer right away. Her eyes are still locked on mine, wide and filled with tears that start spilling down her cheeks. She's breathing hard, like she's just run a mile, and her whole body is trembling. Nolan is right there beside me, his face pale, looking just as confused and scared as I feel. Just then, someone dashes in behind us. We turn fast—it's Cole. He's breathing heavy, like he sprinted here from wherever he was. His eyes scan the scene quick: Reese on her knees, Nolan and me crouched down, the empty space around us. "What's going on here?" he asks, his voice low and demanding. He steps closer, his gaze shifting between us all. "I heard screams. What the hell is this?" We don't have much time to explain. Before I can even open

Finn's POV A sound reaches me a split second before a sudden attack. Boots scrape fast against concrete, too close for comfort, and I barely finish turning before someone crashes straight at me with all his weight and momentum. I move on instinct, grabbing the front of his jacket before he can drive me backward, twisting my body sharply and using his speed to unbalance him. His feet leave the ground and I hurl him down hard, his back slamming against the pavement with a force that knocks the air out of his lungs. He gasps, eyes wide, scrambling to move. My claws slide out fully, no restraint left in me now. I drop to my knees over him and drive my claws straight into his shoulders, burying them deep into his muscle and bone. The scream that rips out of him is sharp and raw, cutting through the night. His body bucks under me, hands clawing uselessly at my arms as blood pours freely beneath him. I rip my claws free and stand, already turning as his screams choke off into wet