บททั้งหมดของ I Need You, My Luna: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

XARION'S POV“Daddy,” Makayla repeats. “You’re our daddy, right?”I can’t speak. My throat’s burning with emotion, and I don’t even realize I’ve stopped breathing.“You…” My voice cracks, so I clear my throat and try again. “You think I’m your father?”Maverick licks his ice cream casually now and says. “Not think. We know. Mommy told us.”“Yeah,” Makayla nods eagerly. “Mommy finally told us yesterday. She said you’re our real daddy.”My whole body goes weak as I hear that.I wasn’t prepared for this at all. I can't believe Megan's already told them.They know who I am.I thought I’d have to ease into it, explain myself, maybe even beg for their forgiveness.But right now? I don't even know where to go from here.I stare at them, my heart thundering and my throat dry. A thousand thoughts crash through me all at once, but all I can do is stare at these two tiny bodies in front of me who just, so casually, called me Dad.“Daddy…” I murmur to myself, almost like I need to hear it from my

XARION'S POVThe moment I step into my mansion, the silence hits harder than usual. The sound of the front door closing shut echoes too loudly in the entryway, like it’s mocking me for coming home alone. Again.I take off my jacket, letting it drop carelessly over the arm of the couch, and I press my hands to my face, dragging them down slowly. I feel... hollow. Frustrated. Angry at myself.Everything that happened earlier, Makayla’s laugh, Maverick’s cautious eyes, Megan’s fury, keeps circling in my head like a damn curse I can’t shake off.I should never have pushed her away four years ago. I know that now. I've known it every second since I saw those kids and my wolf called them ‘mine'.I let out a tired breath and head upstairs to my bathroom. I need to wash off the ache settling on my skin like a second layer. The bathroom lights come on, and I strip off my shirt and jeans, stepping under the hot spray of the shower. Steam builds quickly, fogging up the mirror, but my mind is s

XARION'S POVI always knew Andrew was good at convincing people, but when he told me yesterday that Megan had agreed to meet with me today, a part of me didn’t believe it. Maybe I was afraid to hope. Maybe I didn’t want to set myself up for disappointment.But here I am, sitting in a secluded corner of a private hotel lounge, waiting for her.The lounge smells of freshly baked pastries and rich coffee, murmurs of soft conversations humming in the background. A few other patrons sit scattered around the room, but none of them matter to me. My focus is on the entrance, my leg tapping under the table like a restless drum.It’s been thirty minutes since the time we agreed on. And knowing Megan, I can’t help but think she's making me wait on purpose, probably to remind me she’s in control now. And honestly? I can’t even be mad about it. I’d wait an hour if it meant seeing her.The glass door finally glides open, and there she is, walking in like the queen of the room. She's dressed in

DANIELLE'S POVI'm literally fuming right now. My blood feels like it’s boiling under my skin as I pace the length of my living room, heels striking sharply against the crystal floor. Skye, my best friend, is sitting on the couch with a glass of wine in hand, watching me with wide eyes, but her calm expression just makes me angrier.“Danielle,” she says gently, “you need to calm down before you burn a hole through the floor.”“Calm down?!” I whirl on her, my hands clenched into fists. “How the hell am I supposed to calm down when Megan’s been back in Arkon this entire time, and no one thought to tell me? Not even Xarion!”My voice echoes sharply off the walls, shaking slightly. I dig my nails into my palms to keep me from screaming.Skye raises a brow but doesn’t speak, sipping her wine slowly.“Okay, okay,” She raises her hand, palm out like she’s talking to a wild animal. “I get it. You’re upset. But throwing a tantrum won’t fix this.”“This isn’t a tantrum, Skye,” I hiss, pressing

MEGAN'S POVI'm currently sitting quietly in the passenger seat of Vance’s car, staring out the window as the city lights blur past. It’s been forty minutes since we left the hospital, and still, I can’t wrap my head around it. Vance is my boss’s son. The same man Alpha Elias has been trying to set me up with for months now… is the same man who pulled me from a wreck tonight. Fate really does have a twisted sense of humor.Vance’s car moves smoothly along the quiet street until he finally parks a little way down from my house. He insisted on driving me home, even after I told him I could take a cab. And honestly, I’m too tired to argue. My thoughts are all over the place anyway.“Hey, are you okay?” Vance says, breaking the silence. His voice is warm and edged with curiosity. “What’s on your mind? You look like you’re fighting an entire war in your head.”I blink and turn toward him, realizing I’ve been clutching my hands together too tightly. “Sorry,” I say softly, forcing a lit