All Chapters of Bound To The Alpha's Heart: His Silver-Eyed Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

~DAMON~I undo the top button of my shirt that has been choking me all night, and take the first breath of the night that doesn't stink of Alpha hormones. The festival has finally come to an end, and thank fuck for that. It's a success, even though Xaden was a ticking PR time bomb the entire time. I can almost feel the ghost of Laia's warm little hand on me. Her soft body, standing between two Alpha males, trying to deescalate a situation. If not for her, a whole new headline would've been splashed across every pack newsletter by morning: Alpha Damon of the Faceless Pack Turns Blood Moon Festival Into a Brawl with his Exiled Brother. Real fucking classy.Everyone's eyes, especially the high-ranking Alphas, are on Laia. Some are looking at her quizzically, probably wondering why the hell she looks so much like my late ex-wife. Others are staring with a different kind of i nterest entirely, their gazes dragging over her in a way that makes my blood boil and Maddox snarling possessively

~LAIA~I wake in darkness, my body sore... ravished. Damon's scent still clinging to my skin. I inhale, turning around. He's nowhere to be found. I reach for my phone on the nightstand, 4:00 am. Way too early for him to leave, so he definitely didn't sleep in. That's a plus for me because hell, I won't have to battle between pretending to rest and trying to reach Lysandra to find out when the team's picking me up.I shove the blanket aside and stand, my hair cascading down my back. I switch on the light and walk to the mirror, wincing at how tired I fucking lookMessy hair. Flushed cheeks. My breath catches at the sight of Damon's hickey sprawled across my neck. If I'm going anywhere with that, I definitely need a long turtleneck or at least enough foundation to conceal it.I stare around the room, my king-sized bed, wardrobe, racks of shoes and bags, my vanity table with its wide mirror, even the mini refrigerator tucked in the corner.It’s a shame I’m leaving all this behind… going

LAIAMy heart thumps violently, like it’s trying to beat a thousand times a second. When Sage tells me Damon demanded to see me, I expect to meet him alone in his room. But standing beside me is Seris, a smug smirk plastered across her face. Boo, bitch.Damon sits behind his work table, grey eyes fixed on me. I know he’s watching, but I refuse to meet his gaze, staring anywhere but at him.I know I need to put on an acting performance… but I never pictured it being this difficult.“Do you know why you're here?”His eyes stay on me, either assessing me gently… or preparing to judge. I stare back at him, my face blank.“I assume Seris requested an audience.” I tilt my head slightly toward her. “She seemed… distressed this morning. I was a little worried about her, honestly.”Seris snorts.“Someone entered this room last night,” Damon says. “The Moon Relic is gone.”I let a beat of silence pass, my brows creasing into confusion.“Gone?” I repeat, glancing at him before letting my eyes dr

~LAIA~Have you ever listened closely to the sound of a thunderstorm? I can tell you, it's horrible. But what's even worse are the words Damon said.The hatred in his eyes when he said them… Oh fuck. Because I'm that person. Me.My thoughts are a complete haze. Why does this have to happen to me? Like, seriously. Why the actual fuck?It's another morning, and I'm one day closer to meeting High Priestess Selara. Lucky me. Since fate clearly decided to dump this whole mess right in my lap."There's this new store in town," Zia says beside me as we walk through the pack grounds.This whole outing is entirely her idea. And apparently, i figure it could use it too, to clear of the cobwebs trying to form in my head.Zia finally dyed her hair back to its natural color, and I'm pleased she took my advice. The warm brown suits her way better than whatever that caramel catastrophe was, wisps of hair curls around her face in a way that makes her look more like herself again."They sell the cutes

~DAMON~"How are you feeling?" I ask, staring at her.Those silver orbs stare back at me. She winces as she forces out words that are barely audible."I'm okay… the doctor said it's not too serious."A light crease of a frown forms on her face, but it is quickly replaced by a charming smile. The pain in her eyes is too obvious to miss.She's in pain, Maddox prowls angrily in my head."Where does it hurt?" My gaze travels over her entire form.'If only we marked her… we would have healed her,' Maddox chips in again."You know we can't risk that…""My shoulder… my ribs too. But it's just light pain.""I'll kill whoever did that." Ignoring her attempt to cover it up, I curse under my breath.Panic flashes across her face too quickly."You don't mean that, do you? It was just an incident… I wasn't looking.""I know… but maybe after I break a bone or two, they'll learn to watch where they're going. And you're never stepping out again without pack guards supervising you."At that statement,