บททั้งหมดของ The Luna they both Claimed (Book 1 ): บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

The study room was silent. As both brothers glanced at Amara, Amara sat at the head of the table, her posture stiff but determined, as she faced the two men who had put her in such a tight situation. Alpha Darius and Alpha Damon. A small tremor ran through her hands, but she quickly steadied them by gripping the warm cup of coffee before her. Who would have thought that Amara, once the maid and invisible girl, would now sit here dictating terms to two men whose mere presence could make entire armies tremble? You can do this, her wolf encouraged, her voice soft but firm in Amara’s mind. Taking a deep breath, Amara met Darius’s curious gaze and began. There are rules, regulations, and benefits in this contest, she announced. Darius furrowed his brow, but she ignored his silent disapproval and continued. I will set the rules and regulations. If both of you agree, the contest will officially begin, she said, shifting her gaze

Constantly, Darius checked his wristwatch, watching as time passed. Yet, there was no phone call from Amara, not even a text message. Calm down, his wolf urged, prompting Darius to sigh heavily. Just as he was about to glance at his watch again, the beep of his phone caught his attention. Quickly, he reached for it and saw it was a text from Amara. After reading it, he stood, grabbed his jacket from the couch, and headed out of the room. He descended the stairs to the sitting room. He got into his car and drove off, tension knotting his entire body. He had never felt this anxious before. His chest tightened at the thought of making things right without messing up. This was his chance to win Amara over. He couldn't bear to mess it up. When he finally pulled into the hospital parking lot, Amara was already there. She stood by the entrance, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, a striking contrast to the fitted

Alpha. Darius watched as Amara finished her second bottle of beer. When she reached for the third, he gently stopped her, signaling the server to bring the bill. After paying, he stood and told Amara they were leaving. She didn't protest. They walked out of the club in silence and got into his car. Darius stole glances at her as he drove, noticing how she stared blankly out the window. Are you okay? he asked, his voice soft and filled with concern. She nodded without looking at him. You sure? he pressed, but she only gave another nod. Darius sighed and shifted his focus back to the road. Tonight had been meant for fun, but he had ruined it with his words. When they arrived at his apartment, he pulled into the parking space and stepped out. Circling to her side, he opened the door for Amara. Thank you, she murmured, stepping out carefully. His housekeeper wasn't ho

Panic coursed through Amara’s entire body, leaving her frozen for a moment before she managed to speak. “How did he get stabbed? Who was it?” she asked, her voice trembling. Darius heaved a deep sigh before answering. “According to the information I received from his beta, they left the pack for a meeting with the neighboring pack. During the meeting, a rogue attacked and stabbed Damon.” “We don’t know who sent him or why, because Damon burned the rogue to ashes with his abilities,” he explained. Amara remained silent, swallowing the discomfort rising in her chest. “He’s been brought back to the pack, and the healers are doing their best, but he’s losing a lot of blood. That’s why they reached out to me,” Darius continued. “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go,” Amara said quickly, already rushing to change her clothes. “You can stay back. I’ll handle it,” Darius suggested. But Amara shook he

Amara slowly opened her eyes and realised she was nestled in the warm embrace of Darius, blinking away the remnants of sleep. She lifted her head to meet his gaze and found him already awake. His sea green eyes soft yet filled with a quiet intensity. Good morning, alpha, Darius, she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep. Darius groaned in protest, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Darius. Just Darius, he corrected, leaning down to place a tender kiss on her forehead before pulling away. As he left the bed and strode to the window, Amara's eyes followed him, unable to look away. The way the morning light kissed his bare skin made her pulse quicken. His toned athletic frame was mesmerizing, the kind that could make any woman weak in the knees. He pushed the window open, inhaling the crisp air, and then turned back to her. A playful yet contemplative look on his face. It's Sunday. What