All Chapters of I Need You, My Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

XARION'S POV"If you need someone to talk to," Danielle continues softly, stepping closer again, "I'm here, Xarion. I know we didn't end things well last time, but… I still care about you. I always will. You don't have to go through this alone."I don't respond.I just stare at her, my jaw set, my wolf rumbling low in my chest."Are Megan's kids inside?" she asks after a moment, glancing toward the house. "I'd love to see them. Maybe I could… I don't know, help somehow. Keep them company. Make them feel better.""Don't worry about that," I interrupt flatly.Her expression darkens with irritation for just a second, betraying her. But it's gone so fast I almost miss it."The twins are overwhelmed, Danielle," I continue, keeping my tone firm. "With everything happening with Megan's kidnapping. They don't need to see people right now."She hesitates, and I can see the frustration working its way across her features before she forces it down."That's fine," she concedes, though her voice i

DANIELLE'S POVBrett nods, pulling out onto the road, and Skye twists in her seat to look at me, her eyes wide with alarm."Danielle, what the hell are we doing?" she hisses, her voice rising slightly. "This is insane.""We're following Xarion," I reply flatly, crossing my arms. "What does it look like we're doing?""I know that," she counters, her tone sharp now. "But why? What's the point of this? What did he say to you?""Nothing worth repeating," I grit out. "He stonewalled me, Skye. He wouldn't tell me anything… wouldn't let me see Megan's brats, wouldn't even let me touch him. And now, I need to know where he's headed. Because wherever it is, it's serious. He's up to something. And I'm willing to bet it has something to do with Megan."Skye fidgets in her seat, her fingers twisting together. "Danielle, are you sure about this? I mean… what if he finds out we're following him?""He won't," I bite out, shooting her an pointed look now. "Not if we're careful.""But if he does…" Sky

XARION'S POVI don't respond right away.I just stand there, my fists clenched at my sides, my eyes locked on his, and I let my wolf surge forward just enough that my eyes flash gold.The temperature in the room drops instantly.Renzo's smirk wavers, just for a second, and I can see the hint of unease in his eyes.He stands slowly, palms up, that slow infuriating smirk still in place like he’s enjoying this. "Whoa, Xarion. Easy," he murmurs, his tone light, but not nearly as relaxed as he wants me to believe. "Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. We can talk about why you came into my territory like civilized adults. No need to get all… murderous.""Cut the act, Renzo," I snap, taking a step forward, my voice dropping to a lethal threat. "I'm not in the mood for games. You know exactly why I'm here."He raises an eyebrow, his expression morphing into something that almost looks like genuine confusion."Do I?" he counters, cocking his head. "Enlighten me.""Where is she?" I demand,

MEGAN'S POVThe man stops a few feet away, his hands sliding nonchalantly into his pockets."My name," he announces, his voice smooth, "is Harlow Hale."The name doesn't ring a bell at first, and I frown, trying to match the name to a face.But then he continues."Perhaps you've heard of me," he adds casually. "I'm an investor in Xarion Luther's company. One of his… business associates, you could say."My blood runs cold.And just like that, everything clicks into place.Xarion.Of course this is about Xarion.I was kidnapped because of him.The realization slams into me, and I feel a bitter laugh clawing its way up my chest. Everything always comes back to Xarion, doesn't it?"So that's it?" I mutter, shaking my head. "You kidnapped me because of Xarion?""Smart girl," Harlow replies with a pleased smile."Then you're wasting your time," I fire back, my voice hardening. "Xarion and I aren't together. We're not even on good terms. So if you're planning to use me as leverage, you're

XARION'S POVThe hospital room is very quiet.I hate it.There's nothing but the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor and the low buzz of the harsh ceiling lights above me, and it's driving me insane.I'm sitting in the chair pulled up beside Megan's bed, my elbows resting on my knees, my hands interlaced together so tightly my knuckles have gone white.And I'm staring at her.At the woman I love, lying unconscious on a hospital bed, her face pale and marked with bruises that make my stomach turn every time I look at them.She looks bad.Really bad.There's a dark purple bruise spreading across her left cheek, another one along her jaw, and her lip is split. Her skin looks rough, almost scraped in places, like she's been through hell and barely made it back.Which, I suppose, she has.Inside me, my wolf is silent, shoulders hunched like he can't bear to look her either.And right now, all I can do is sit here and watch her breathe.I reach out slowly, my hand hovering over hers for a se