All Chapters of The Luna they both Claimed : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The sleek, black SUV drove into the mansion, and after it stopped, Darius got down from the backseat and moved to the other side of the car. One of the guards took out Amara’s wheelchair from the boot of the car, but Darius shook his head. Just take it upstairs to her room. I’ll carry her. Darius said to the guard, and opened the door to Amara’s side of the car. You don’t have to do it. I can use the wheelchair, Amara suggested. But Darius shook his head in disapproval. No, let me do it. Darius leaned into the car, his strong arms effortlessly wrapping around Amara as he lifted her out. Amara sighed softly, her protests quieting as she rested her hands on his chest. The faint scent of his cologne filled her senses, grounding her. You don’t always have to be the hero, Amara murmured as Darius began walking toward the mansion. It’s not about being a hero, he replied, his voice low but stea

The door to Amara’s room pushed open, and it was Darius walking in with a bouquet of roses. He slowly shut the door and moved over to where Amara was lying on the bed, watching him. “Hi,” he said softly, then leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead before settling into the chair beside her. “I got you these,” he said, handing the bouquet of roses to Amara, which she took and inhaled the scent before looking back at him. “Thank you,” she said softly and kept the flowers aside. Awkward tension filled the air as neither of them spoke, until Darius cleared his throat and began to speak. “I’m sorry about walking out on you. I just lost my temper and shouldn’t have,” he apologized, while Amara remained silent, not knowing what to say. Darius realized Amara wasn’t going to respond, and it got him worried as he wondered what was going through her mind. Amara, on the other han

Amara was having breakfast in bed while her two personal nurses were seated in the room, watching her as Amara forced the food down her throat. She hated her condition and couldn’t wait to start using her legs. She was used to eating meals downstairs with the twins, but now it seemed she wouldn’t do that for a while. “Are you okay? Don’t you like the meal?” one of the nurses, an older lady with a low haircut, asked as she stared at Amara with curiosity, noticing she was picking at her food. Amara flashed a weak smile, trying to hide the frustration bubbling inside her. “It’s fine,” she murmured, her voice hoarse. “I’m just not very hungry.” The older nurse exchanged a glance with the younger one, concern flickering in her eyes. “You need to eat, dear,” she said gently, leaning forward. “Your body needs strength to heal and for further therapy. “The doctor will not be pleased if you’re sk

The moment Damon left his room, Darius moved with silent precision toward Damon’s door. His fingers gripped the small vial of spell-infused liquid tightly as he slipped inside, his heart hammering in his chest. He wore a mask over his nose and mouth to shield himself from the potion’s effects. Damon’s room was impeccably tidy, a reflection of his disciplined nature. The faint scent of his cologne lingered in the air. Darius glanced at the closed door behind him before stepping further inside. His gaze landed on the perfectly arranged bed, the pillow neatly fluffed at the head of it. He pulled the stopper from the vial, a sharp herbal tang wafting from the potion. Carefully, he poured a thin stream of the liquid onto Damon’s pillow. Using his gloved hand to spread it evenly, the potion absorbed into the fabric, leaving no trace of its presence. Darius whispered to himself. Though unease c

The next morning, Damon stirred, his eyes slowly opening as the morning sun’s rays flashed on his face. Slowly, he forced his eyes open, his groggy mind gradually coming to clarity. His head throbbed and his body felt heavy, but something felt off. The scent in the air clung to him, one that was familiar, yet wrong in the subtlest way. Amara. He croaked, his voice hoarse as he turned his head, scanning the empty room. There was no response. His fingers clutched the sheets, pulling them closer, as fragments of the last moments before he blacked out played in his mind. He tried to sit up, but winced as his body protested the movement. He didn’t understand what had happened, but he could remember seeing Amara in his room. But how was that possible? What was she doing on top of him? His wolf stirred weakly in his mind. Something’s wrong, it growled. The usual fiery energy dulled. That wasn’t her. Damon froze, his blo