Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna they both Claimed : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

As the sleek black car sped down the road toward the mansion, Alpha Damon sat stiffly in the backseat, his jaw clenched in frustration. Beside him, his beta Sampson shifted uncomfortably, clearly aware of his rising anger. “Any news yet about the assassin?” Damon asked, his voice sharp and authoritative. Sampson shook his head and sighed heavily. “Not yet, Alpha, but we’ll get him soon,” he assured, though his words seemed to lack conviction. Damon grunted, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery. “What about the person who drugged me?” he demanded, his tone laced with barely restrained anger. Sampson sighed again, the weight of the investigation heavy on his shoulders. “The CCTV showed us nothing, Alpha. The cameras were all disabled that day, and no one seems to know how it happened.” Damon’s hands curled into fists, his anger intensifying. It had been two weeks—two whole weeks—and still there were no answers. So

Darius staggered back slightly as if the words had physically struck him. He turned to look at Amara. His face filled with confusion, betrayal, and pain. Amara, is this true? Amara's heart sank as she met his gaze, guilt and anguish written all over her face. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Darius shook his head, letting out a bitter laugh. All this time, you knew, didn't you? And you didn't tell me. Darius, I— Amara began, but he cut her off. Don't, he said sharply, his voice trembling. Don't try to explain, I thought— He stopped, his fists clenching as he struggled to keep his emotions in check. Darius turned back to Damon, his eyes blazing with anger. She is your mate? He asked, in disbelief. Damon nodded. Yes, we knew we were mates on our eighteenth birthday, but I rejected her because of you. But the Moon Goddess decided to play another trick on us by mating us again after fiv

Please, both of you leave. Amara's voice cracked as she shouted, her desperation echoing in the room. She couldn't bear to look at them any longer. Damon and Darius exchanged tense glances, their expressions shadowed with worry. Neither wanted to leave, but her command left no room for argument. Reluctantly, they nodded and stepped out of the room, the door clicking shut behind them. The moment they were gone, Amara's legs gave way, and she collapsed onto the cold floor. Her hands trembled as she buried her face in them, trying to process. Everything she had just learned, it was too much. Damon's confession replayed in her mind, each word a dagger to her heart. He had rejected her, not because he hated her. But because he wanted her to end up with Darius. For years, she had tormented herself wondering what she had done to make Damon despise her, but now she realised it was never her fault. Every hurtful word, every cold lo

Another bottle, please. Amara slurred, her voice heavy with alcohol. The bartender frowned, concern etched on his face. You've had enough, he said gently, his hand hovering over the counter. Don't you think it's time to call it a night? Amara's lips curled into a humorless smile as she propped her chin on her hand. Just get me the damn bottle and save the lecture, she snapped. She drained the last of her fifth beer with an exaggerated sigh, slamming the empty bottle onto the counter. The bartender hesitated before reluctantly placing another bottle in front of her. Amara reached for it, but her hand wobbled, nearly knocking it over. You know, she said, her eyes glassy as she leaned forward, men like you always think they can tell women like me what to do. Guess what? You can't. She let out a humorless laugh, then took a long swig from the bottle. The bartender stepped back,

Damon sat at the edge of his bed, watching Amara's chest rise and fall steadily beneath the blanket. The faint traces of colour had returned to her cheeks. But she still looked fragile, curled up like that. His wolf stirred uneasily, growling in his mind. Of course, just so much pain, Damon, the accusation was laced with resentment. Damon exhaled softly, saying nothing. He knew it was true, but the truth was a heavy weight he wasn't ready to confront. The soft knock on his front door didn't surprise him. Damon's gaze flicked toward it, and he slowly rose to his feet, glancing at Amara one last time before stepping out into the living room. When he opened the door, Darius stood on the other side, his eyes dark with thinly veiled rage. Where is she? Darius's voice was low, barely restrained. Damon leaned casually against the doorframe, blocking Darius's view inside. Darius's eyes narrowed.