บททั้งหมดของ I Need You, My Luna: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

XARION'S POV"Megan, wait!"I call out again, my voice echoing down the corridor, but she doesn't slow down.If anything, she walks faster, her heels cracking against the stone floor like gunshots.I shove through the thick wooden doors and chase after her, my chest tight with frustration and guilt.When my father told me this morning that we'd be attending a meeting at the Werewolf Council of Elders' chamber, I had no idea it would be about Megan and the twins.None.I'd asked him what the meeting was about, and he'd brushed me off with some evasive answer about pack alliances and territory disputes. Said I needed to be there as Alpha.I should've known better.I should've pressed him harder.Because the second I saw Megan walking into that chamber, her face pale and her eyes flaring with fury, I knew something was very, very wrong.And when my father stood up and started talking about taking the twins away from her, my stomach dropped.He set this up. He orchestrated this whole thin

MEGAN'S POVI'm standing in front of my bedroom mirror, staring at my reflection like it holds the answers to questions I'm not ready to ask.The emerald green dress fits perfectly, hugging my curves in all the right places without being too much. My hair falls in soft waves over my shoulders, and I've kept my makeup simple but put-together.I look good.I know I look good.So why do I feel like I'm about to jump off a cliff?I smooth down the front of my dress for the third time, my stomach twisting with nerves I haven't felt in years.It's just a date, Megan. Snap out of it.But it's not just a date, is it?It's the first date I've been on since Xarion. The first time I've let myself even consider the possibility of being with someone else.And after everything that happened at the council chamber yesterday, after Wilson's attempt to take my kids and Xarion's desperate pleas in the corridor, my emotions are all over the place.I exhale slowly, closing my eyes for a moment.Focus. To

VANCE'S POV"For what Maverick said earlier.” Megan says softly. “About… about their father. I know that probably made things awkward."I shake my head, squeezing her hand gently. "Don't apologize. They're kids. They're curious. It's natural.""Still," she murmurs, looking down. "I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.""I don't," I assure her, my tone genuine. "They love their mom, and they want her to be happy. That's all that matters."She looks up at me, her eyes searching mine, and I can see the gratitude there.We fall into a comfortable rhythm after that, talking about everything and nothing.I share stories about my pack, about the pressures of being an Alpha, about my father and his expectations."He's always been hard on me," I admit, swirling the whiskey in my glass. "Wanted me to be perfect. To live up to the Stone name. Sometimes it feels like I'm constantly trying to prove myself.""I understand that," she murmurs, her tone empathetic. "Pressure from family can be… suffo

XARION'S POVMegan glares at me, waiting for an explanation, but I ignore her, my eyes locked on Vance. “We need to talk.”"No, we don't," she snaps in annoyance. "You need to leave.""I'm not talking to you, Megan," I bite out, my gaze still fixed on Vance. "I'm talking to him."Vance leans back in his chair, his expression shifting from surprise to guarded. "I don't think we have anything to discuss, Xarion.""Don't you?" I counter, stepping closer. "You're sitting here with my ex-wife. The mother of my children. I think that gives me plenty to say.""Ex-wife," Vance emphasizes, his tone pointed. "Which means she's free to do whatever she wants. With whoever she wants."My jaw clenches, and I take another step forward. "Stay away from her, Vance.""Or what?" Vance challenges, rising to his feet now. He's tall, nearly my height, and the way he stands makes it clear he's not backing down."Xarion, stop," Megan interjects, standing up as well. Her cheeks are flushed, whether from anger

XARION'S POVPain.That's the first thing I register when I wake up.A dull, throbbing ache that seems to radiate through every part of my body. My head feels like it's been split open with an axe, my ribs are screaming, and my knuckles sting like hell.I groan, my eyes fluttering open, and immediately squint against the harsh fluorescent lights above me.Where the hell am I?The sterile smell hits me next. Antiseptic. Bleach. That distinct hospital scent that makes my stomach turn.No.Not a hospital.I hate hospitals.And being stuck in one as a patient? Even worse.I try to sit up, but my body protests, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my side. I wince, falling back against the pillows."Easy there, Xarion," a familiar voice drawls from somewhere to my left. "You're not exactly in peak condition right now."I turn my head slowly, grimacing at the effort, and see Andrew sitting in a chair by the window. His arms are crossed, his expression a mix of concern and annoyance."Drew,