Semua Bab I Need You, My Luna: Bab 121 - Bab 130

MEGAN'S POVThe sound jolts me awake.A loud, metallic bang that rings out through the warehouse like a gunshot, and my eyes snap open before my brain even registers what's happening.For a second, I'm disoriented. My head throbs, my body aches in places I didn't know could ache, and the taste of blood still remains faintly on my tongue.And then it all comes crashing back.The kidnapping. The silver chair. The injection. The beating.I blink slowly, forcing my eyes to adjust, and I realize the darkness from last night has receded slightly.Morning.It's morning.Thin shards of pale light seep in through cracks in the warehouse walls, just enough to illuminate the space in a dull, gray haze.I can see more now. The sprawling concrete floor. The rust-stained beams overhead. The old equipment shoved carelessly into corners like forgotten relics.And the men.Three of them. The same ones from last night, still wearing their black ski masks like they're auditioning for the world's worst h

DANIELLE'S POVThis is exactly the kind of fine dining restaurant I love.High ceilings. Glittering chandeliers pouring light across white tablecloths. Servers gliding past with trays balanced like they were born holding them.Everything about it screams luxury, exclusivity, and power.And right now, sitting here in this sumptuous chair with champagne bubbling in my glass and the soft murmur of elite conversation around me, I feel invincible, my wolf practically purring inside me, content and satisfied in a way she hasn’t been in a long time.I can't stop smiling.Actually, I haven't stopped smiling since I walked in here twenty minutes ago, and my cheeks are starting to hurt from it, but I don't care.Because for the first time in months, since Megan Pierce stepped back into Arkon with her self-satisfied face and her annoying brats, I finally have a reason to celebrate.And celebrate I will.I signal the waiter over with a flick of my wrist, a well-groomed young man in a fitted black

VANCE'S POVBy the time I pull up to Megan's hotel, it's just past noon, and I've already convinced myself three separate times that I'm overreacting.I've been staring at my phone for the better part of the morning, willing it to light up with a notification.Any notification.A text. A missed call. Literally anything from Megan.But there's nothing.Just radio silence.And it's been eating me alive.It's been over twenty-four hours since I sent that text. A simple, harmless message.‘Just wanted to check in and see how you're doing. Hope everything's okay.’It wasn't demanding or pushy. Just... there.And she still hasn't replied.She's fine. She's probably just busy. Work got hectic. Her phone died. She forgot to charge it overnight and then got caught up in meetings all morning.Perfectly reasonable explanations.Except none of them sit right.Because Megan doesn't just go silent. Not like this. Not without a word, not even a quick text to acknowledge mine from yesterday.And the

XARION'S POVI've never felt this helpless in my entire life.I'm standing in my kitchen, staring at two untouched plates of food that have been sitting on the table for the past hour, and my ribcage feels like someone's wrapped steel bands around it and keeps cinching them one notch at a time.Maverick and Makayla are sitting at the dining table, their little bodies slumped in their chairs, their eyes red and puffy from crying, their faces pale and pinched.They haven't eaten.Not since this morning.Not since I tried to get them to have breakfast and they refused.And now it's well past noon, and they still won't touch anything.And it's tearing me apart.I've tried everything.I made their favorite foods. I offered them snacks. I even pulled out the trick I swore I'd never use and promised them ice cream for dinner if they'd just eat something now.Nothing.They just sit there, staring at the table like it personally offended them, their little hands folded in their laps, looking l

XARION'S POVOf all the people I expect to see standing in my driveway right now, Danielle isn't even in the top hundred.I stare at her, my mind scrambling to catch up with what I'm seeing.Danielle.Here. At my house. Right now.She walks toward me, her face arranged into an expression I haven't seen on her in… ever, actually. Concern. Soft, genuine-looking concern, the kind that makes her eyebrows pull together just enough to suggest she's worried but not so much that it creates lines.It's unsettling."Xarion," she calls, her voice gentle. Almost tentative.I adjust my posture, arms crossing instinctively. "What are you doing here, Danielle?""I came to see how you were doing," she replies, stepping closer. I blink, caught completely off guard for a moment. "What?""I heard what happened," she continues, her voice soft. "Concerning Megan. I wanted to check on you."Danielle. Came here. To check on me. About Megan.For a second, I just stand there, trying to process the fact that