บททั้งหมดของ I'm the Luna He Can't Touch: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Three years ago, Drake Whitaker dumped me to curry favor with an elder on the Eastvale Region's High Council. He even marked the elder's daughter as his Luna.But now, Drake had the nerve to ask me to be his mistress. He had no idea I was already the Luna of Alpha King Damien Caldwell.In less than five minutes, Drake showed up in my garden. He vaulted the ten-foot wall effortlessly and sat down beneath my favorite oak tree like he owned the place."Aria, your temper hasn't changed," he said, lighting a cigar and exhaling a slow stream of smoke. "But I like that. You're strong. No one out there can push you around."Isabella's different. She's too soft. When the elders on the High Council set her up, she hides in the restroom to cry. If I didn't protect her, they'd tear her apart."Honestly, who wears the Luna title doesn't matter. You're my one true love. I'll treat you both fairly."I kept working through the Ridgefield pack territory briefs without looking up."Drake, what ma

That night, I went to the Moon Goddess Temple to attend the prep meeting for the New Moon Ceremony. I'd barely reached the gate when Drake rose from a lounge chair off to the side."There you are." He lifted a glass of wolfblood wine, smiling like he'd already won. "Aria, I knew you'd show. Next time, just call me. No need for a staged 'chance meeting.' I'll come for you next Friday."I didn't even look at him. I headed for the elders' hall.He stepped in front of me halfway down the hallway and gave a helpless shrug."Aria, be reasonable. The High Council has already reclaimed half of your father's lands. One offering in here could buy your apartment. You came to a premium event like this just to see me? Do you even know the entry fee? Imagine how your father would feel."Dad hated excess, sure. But Damien's privileges didn't come with limits. Last month, our son's naming rite used three ancient altars.Tonight, they were allocating rare offerings. Damien had told me to request the M

I'd just turned when Drake lunged. "Aria!"He dropped the mask, clamped my wrist, and yanked the meteoric-iron chain off my neck. "This junk doesn't suit you!"He clasped Isabella's moonstone amulet around my neck. "Wear this! This is the taste you should have!"I slapped him hard. "Give it back to me!"Damien hated anyone touching the things he gave me. Last time, someone knocked off the bracelet Damien gave me, and he used Coalition privileges to have the guy banished from his pack.Drake touched his cheek, stunned for a moment, then smiled as if I'd really hurt him.The next second, he walked to the sacred spring by the temple gate and lifted my chain high. "You care this much about a piece of scrap metal?"He tossed it into the water, and it sank straight to the bottom.Instinct kicked in. I moved to dive after it.He grabbed my arm in a tight grip, his eyes flashing with a storm of anger and hurt. "You'd jump into the sacred spring for a cheap trinket? Have you lost your

"Back... Back to where?" Drake stammered.Then, a horrible thought seemed to hit him. He grabbed Dad's arm. "You didn't sell Aria to some old alpha as a plaything, did you?" he asked, voice trembling."Those old werewolves are sick! With her temper, Aria wouldn't last three days in a place like that! They'd tear her apart! I'm serious!"He asked desperately, "What pack is it? The washed-up Redstone pack? The new Scarletmoon pack? Rogues on the border? I know every one of them. I'll pay whatever it takes. I'll bring Aria back right now!"Dad shook him off with a cold laugh. "Northreach. Go if you dare, but you might not make it back."Drake actually smiled like he had this handled. "Don't worry. I've got ways. I'm just bringing her back. Those little packs love silver. Pay enough and they'll hand her over."Dad's patience snapped.Idiot! He was digging his own grave!He slammed the door in Drake's face.Drake jumped in his car and tore off for the Northreach Dominion.On the w

Damien knew exactly what had gone on these last few days.His network reached across the entire werewolf world. His assistant had already delivered him a full report on Drake's stunt and the mess at the Moon Goddess Temple.He never brought it up, but his face stayed like stone. He slept in the study and didn't even say goodnight to me.When he came to the master bedroom, he cooed at the pup, shot me a cold glance, and left.I pretended not to care, but my stomach was in knots. I'd snuck out without guards and screwed up.On the fifth day, I caved. I carried his favorite moonlight tea into the study and set it down. "Are you still mad at me?"He glanced up, his mouth curving into a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "Mrs. Caldwell, anything you want to say to me?"My heart sank. Even the way he addressed me had changed.I went soft on purpose, eyes stinging as I looked up at him. "Drake and I did have a past. I told you all of it. But we ended things three years ago. He's the on