All Chapters of Luna's Calling: Marked Through Trials: Chapter 151 - Chapter 154

SeraphineI am exactly seven days away from becoming Mrs. Ronan. Or, as the gossips in town likely call it, "The Woman Who Successfully Trapped the Pack’s Coldest Man." I have to admit, the title has a certain tragic flair to it that I find quite fitting.The last week has been an absolute whirlwind of lace, guest lists, and my mother’s high-pitched, manic planning. She is truly in her element now that she has hitched her "loser" of a daughter to the Beta. And through it all, Ronan has been a ghost. Oh, he attends the meetings. He signs the various documents. He nods politely to my father. But he never talks to me. Not really. Every word he speaks feels like a chore he is checking off a list.I know it is my fault. I am the one who shouted that reckless lie in the town square. I am the one who threw a leash around his neck because I couldn't face my own mess. I trapped him. And every time I catch a glimpse of that jagged, stone-cold line of his jaw, I am reminded that I am the reason

SeraphineThe heavy silence that followed was far more insulting than the cold granite of the counter pressing into my skin. I was still humming—my body practically vibrating from a pleasure so expert I’d nearly forgotten my own name—but the man responsible for the fireworks was already mentally halfway out the door.“Are you satisfied?” Ronan asked.His voice was flat. Indifferent. I felt a jolt of genuine shock, my heart stuttering for a reason that had absolutely nothing to do with desire. I have spent my life being a "sex object," a role I played with a wink and a practiced laugh, but I had foolishly thought that after he’d looked at me like I was his entire world, he might actually… I don't know, stay for a second? Offer a hand? A look that wasn't of professional, detached interest?I was speechless, watching him fix his clothes with clinical precision. He looked like he’d just finished a chore, not a life-altering encounter on a kitchen island. He smoothed his shirt, adjusted hi