All Chapters of I Need You, My Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

VANCE'S POVI'm seated in my father's office at Stone Corporation, staring out the expansive glass windows that stretch across the city, but I'm not really seeing any of it.My mind’s not in this room. It’s with her. Megan.It's been days since we last spoke, really spoke, and I can't stop thinking about her.Is she okay? Are the twins okay? Is she even thinking about me at all?I want to call her. Goddess, I want to call her so badly.But I don't want to come off as pushy or overbearing or like I'm trying to control her space. Like I'm pressuring her into something she's not ready for.The last thing she needs is me hovering over her like some desperate fool.So I've been holding back.Waiting.Hoping she'll reach out first.But she hasn't.And every second of it has been torture."Vance."My father's voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I blink, turning to look at him.He's sitting behind his desk, his arms folded, his keen eyes fixed on me with a knowing expression. My father's

MEGAN'S POVI'm supposed to be paying attention.I know I'm supposed to be paying attention.There are seven people sitting around this conference table, all of them talking about quarterly projections and staffing timelines and resource allocation for the new Stone Corporation branch, and I should be hanging onto every word because this is my project, my responsibility, my name on the line.But instead, all I can think about is Xarion's face.The way it crumpled this morning when I told him to leave.The way the light drained right out of his eyes, replaced by something bare and wounded and quietly devastated.Like he knew it was coming.I press my pen against my notepad and stare at the words I've scribbled without absorbing any of them.I made love to him.That's the part I can't get past. That's the thought that keeps circling back around like some kind of relentless bird of prey, picking at me every time I try to bury it.I made love to Xarion Luther.The man who broke me so comp

MEGAN'S POVBy the time the clock crawls past seven, I am done.Completely and thoroughly done.My eyes are dry from staring at screens, my back has lodged a formal complaint against the design of my office chair, and my brain checked out approximately forty minutes ago and left a politely worded note on the desk.I save the last document, shut my laptop, and tell myself that whatever didn't get finished today will still be there tomorrow, and tomorrow-me can deal with it.Tonight, I just want to be with the twins.I want Maverick launching himself at me the second I walk through the door and Makayla telling me in very serious detail about something that happened today that is apparently the most important event in recorded history. I want the noise and the chaos and the warmth of them, because after the day I've had, after everything rattling around in my head that I absolutely cannot seem to shake loose, they are the only thing that feels straightforward.I stand, rolling my shoulde

MEGAN'S POVThe first thing I'm aware of is a headache.It hits me before anything else does, a deep, pounding pressure behind my eyes that pulses with every heartbeat like something's trying to crack my skull open from the inside out.The second thing I'm aware of is the cold.A damp, bone-deep cold that settles into my skin and refuses to leave, the kind that doesn't come from weather but from a place that hasn't seen warmth or light or life in a very long time.I groan softly and slowly force my eyes open, trying to lift my head, and I immediately regret it.The world lurches violently, my vision swimming, and for a second I think I might actually pass out again.What the hell happened?I blink, straining my eyes to focus, and the first thing I see is darkness.Not the comforting kind. Not the kind that comes with a soft bed and closed curtains.This is different.It's cold and oppressive. The kind of darkness that presses down on you like a physical weight.My breathing quickens a

XARION'S POVBy the time the car pulls up to my house, it's almost ten o'clock, and I feel like I've been wrung out and left to dry.I'm tired.Not just physically tired, though that too, my body carrying the kind of exhaustion that comes from sitting through hours of meetings I barely absorbed, signing documents I had to read three times because my brain kept skimming past the words. No, it's the other kind of tired. The kind that settles somewhere behind your sternum and doesn't budge no matter how much coffee you drink or how many times you tell yourself to get it together.I couldn't concentrate today.Not even close.Every time I tried to focus on the reports in front of me, on the numbers, on the endless parade of agendas and quarterly figures and strategic proposals, my mind just kept circling back.To this morning.To Megan.I lean my head back against the seat as the car rolls to a stop outside my house, the engine easing to a soft idle, and I stare up at the ceiling for a mo