Todos os capítulos de The Luna they both Claimed (Book 1 ): Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Are you okay? Celine, who had heard of Damon’s injury, asked the moment she was allowed into his room. Damon nodded. Yes, I’m fine. The injury is healed, he said with a sigh. Actually, his body was healed, but what about the one in his heart? Could that be healed too? Celine moved closer to Damon, where he was seated in the armchair, and stood a few inches away from him. I heard you were injured, Damon. I came to check on you and maybe to soothe your pain. Damon’s jaw tightened as he shifted in his seat, avoiding her gaze. I told you I’m fine, he said flatly, though his tone lacked conviction. Celine ignored his protest, her lips curving into a small smile. Sometimes the pain isn’t just physical, she murmured. Her fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse, slowly undoing them one by one. You’re always so closed off, Alpha Damon. Maybe it’s time you let someone help you. His

The door to Damon’s room was pushed open, and a maid walked in and bowed. Alpha, this is the coffee you requested, she said respectfully. Damon, who was wrapped in a blanket, gestured for her to drop it on the table and leave. After she left, Damon dragged himself out of bed. His whole body was filled with discomfort since the previous night. His wolf had urged him to call the healer, but he decided against it, thinking the fever would go down. However, it hadn’t, despite the fact that it was already 06:00 p.m., and he had been in bed all day. Damon sat on the bed and picked up the cup of coffee. As he lifted it to take a sip, his nose caught a strange smell, but he didn’t pay attention to it. Instead, he took sips of the coffee until the cup was empty. Feeling weak, he lay back on the bed and contemplated calling the healer if he didn’t feel better. In a few minutes, suddenly a wave of unbearable heat

Her wolf whimpered in her mind, but Amara ignored the sound, biting her lip hard to stop the sob threatening to escape. I’m going, she said softly, her voice breaking. Despite her attempt to sound composed, Damon didn’t turn around. Didn’t say a word. Amara left his room, closing the door quietly behind her. Once inside her own room, she leaned against the door, pressing her hand over her mouth as the tears she had been holding back finally fell. She stripped off her clothes and stepped into the bathroom, letting the cold water of the shower wash over her. The chill grounded her, numbing the ache in her chest, if only for a moment. As she scrubbed her skin, she whispered to herself, I can’t do this anymore. I can’t keep hoping. When she stepped out, she wrapped herself in a towel, dried her hair, and slipped into her nightgown. It was soft, long, and comforting—everything she needed to feel even a shred of solace tonight.

Mate! Damon’s wolf howled in anguish, its cry reverberating through his mind like a thunderclap. A wave of searing pain rippled through him, making him stagger to his feet. His heart clenched as though gripped by an unseen hand, and his chest burned with an unbearable ache. Alpha, Damon, what’s wrong? his beta Sampson asked worriedly, his brows furrowed in concern. But Damon couldn’t answer. His wolf was clawing at his mind, its howls growing louder, more desperate. Amara, Damon gasped in fear and pain. Swiftly, he tried to make a mind link, but did not get a response from her. Without another word, Damon stormed out of his study. Sampson, alarmed and confused, quickly followed as Damon tore through the mansion. Damon snatched the keys from the driver. How far— Sampson began, but Damon silenced him with a glare, his grey eyes blazing. He slid into the driver’s seat. Slamming the door

Slowly, Amara opened her eyes, and the first thing that struck her was the pain all over her body. She felt like her body had been run over by a truck. Groaning softly, she looked around and realized she was in the hospital, lying in one of the beds. But before she could gather her thoughts, the door opened. And she looked at it to notice Darius walking in. The moment he saw that Amara was awake, he ran up to her side. Amara, you are awake. Thank the goddess, he exclaimed in relief as he placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Amara furrowed her brow as she tried recalling what had happened, and then she remembered it all—how she was pushed by a man. Suddenly, she began to panic, and Darius noticed. You don’t have to worry about anything, Amara. We are already going after the person who pushed you. Just relax and trust me. Darius assured her while gently str