All Chapters of I Need You, My Luna: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

XARION'S POV"I saw the footage, Danielle." I hold up my phone, the security recording already pulled up, and I watch her face. "I saw you walk into Megan's room. I saw the gun. I watched the whole thing on a two-inch screen in a hospital corridor, so you can save the performance because it has nowhere to go."The relief drains from her face.She closes her mouth."Megan told me everything," I continue, stepping further into the room and letting the door slam shut behind me. "Everything you said to her before you pointed that gun at her chest. All of it."Her composure cracks. The victim act dies in her eyes."Megan exaggerates," she falls back on, her voice smaller now. "She always has. You know that. She twists things and…”"I told you to stop." The words come out grave and absolute, and I feel my Alpha aura beginning to rise, that involuntary swell of dominance that I usually keep carefully leashed. "I'm not going to stand here and let you gaslight me about security footage I watch

MEGAN'S POVI exhale slowly, choosing my words with care."It's a long story, Mave," I begin gently. "A very long, complicated, adult story that I will tell you properly when you're a bit older. But what I can tell you right now is this." I look at both of them in turn. "The people responsible have been arrested. Every single one of them. They're not going to be able to come near us again. And what happened to me is not going to happen again. I'm going to make absolutely sure of it."Maverick chews on this. "How do you know?""Because I'm your mother," I reply simply. "And I know things."The corner of his mouth twitches, just barely."But who were they, Mommy?" Makayla presses, leaning forward. "Were they the same bad people who burned our house?""Some of them, yes," I confirm carefully. "But they've all been caught now. The police have them.""Were you scared?" she asks, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper.I look at her small, earnest face, and I decide she deserves the tr

MEGAN'S POV"You're going to whether I say yes or not," I reply, breaking off a piece of croissant. "So go ahead."Vance watches me for a second, choosing his words. It's not entirely unusual when it comes to me. I've seen him hesitate before when the conversation is one he doesn't want to have."I think you need to stay away from Xarion," he states evenly.I stop chewing."Hear me out, Megan," he continues, holding up a hand. "I'm not saying this to be territorial or petty. I'm saying it because I've been looking at the pattern of everything that's happened to you since you came back to Arkon, and the common thread in all of it is him."I set the croissant down and give him my full attention."Harlow Hale," Vance continues, his voice level. "The man who had you kidnapped, who put you in that warehouse, who had men put their hands on you." He pauses. "He was Xarion's investor. Someone inside Xarion's professional circle."I don't respond yet."And Danielle." His face hardens slightly

XARION'S POVMegan's expression becomes noticeably colder the moment she hears the question. "That's none of your concern, Xarion."Fair enough.Brutally fair, actually, and I don't push it, mostly because I already know I won't like whatever answer she'd give me.I clear my throat and steer the conversation somewhere safer instead."Your driver," I say. "John. He's been caught."Megan's posture changes slightly, her attention locking in."He admitted his family was threatened," I continue. "That's why he assisted in your kidnapping. He didn't have a choice. They told him cooperate or watch his wife and kids pay for it."Megan's lips press together, but the hardness in her eyes softens fractionally. "I'm glad he's been caught at least. Regardless of his reasons.""Yeah." I nod once. "We shouldn't dwell on it though." I murmur, and then, because I can't think of a better transition and the flowers are starting to feel heavier by the second, I just hold them out to her. "Here."She loo

MEGAN'S POVMaverick and Makayla are standing there, and the second they see me, their faces light up, and they walk in without waiting for an invitation."Mommy!" Makayla announces, already climbing onto the couch. "How are you feeling?""We wanted to check on you," Maverick adds, settling beside his sister, his eyes scanning my face with that unsettling attentiveness he always has.Guilt tightens in my chest. They're four years old and they're checking in on me like seasoned caretakers."I'm feeling well, sweethearts," I reply, walking over and sitting on the corner of the coffee table across from them. "Thank you for asking."But Maverick's frown deepens, and he leans forward slightly. "Are you sure?""You look like something happened," Makayla adds, cocking her head, studying me the way she studies everything, like a tiny, suspicious detective."I'm okay," I insist, keeping my voice light. "Maybe it's just the healing. My body's still putting itself back together. That can make a