Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna they both Claimed (Book 1 ): Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

The car came to an abrupt halt, forcing Damon's eyes open. As he looked out the window, he realised they had arrived at the seers' house. Wait here, Damon instructed Samson before stepping out of the car. As he approached the door, it opened before he could knock. The pacseer, a woman in her early forties, stood at the entrance, lowering her head respectfully. Greetings, she said, stepping aside to let him in. Damon entered, and the door quietly shut behind him. Damon watched as the seer sat across from him. Would you like water or anything else? she offered, but he shook his head. Let's get straight to the point, Damon replied. She nodded in understanding. Closing her eyes briefly, the seer exhaled softly before locking her gaze with his. The rogue who attacked you was sent by one of your enemies. Alpha Damon, your abilities and fame are already piling up enemies for you. Many alphas are

Amara stood outside the hospital building, waiting for Darius, who had promised to take her out to dinner. She checked the time and sighed softly. Considering making a mind link with him, just as she was about to reach out, his sleek black car pulled up in front of her, the headlights cutting through the evening haze. A smile graced her lips as she walked toward the car. Darius stepped out, his tall frame illuminated by the glow of the street lights. His hair was slightly tousled, and his crisp white shirt fit him perfectly, accentuating his broad shoulders. “I'm sorry for coming late,” he apologized, his tone warm but slightly breathless, as though he had been in a rush. Amara nodded, her smile softening. Before she could respond, he cupped her cheek and sealed his lips with hers in a brief, yet electrifying kiss. When he pulled away, his piercing gaze lingered on her, a glint of something unmistakable—desire—shining in his eyes. “Y

Amara watched as Damon smirked and began unbuttoning his shirt. She swallowed hard, her gaze fixed on his well-muscled body, unable to stop herself from staring. After discarding his shirt, he slipped off his shoes, meeting her eyes for a brief moment before flashing a wide smile and walking away. As Alpha Damon stood there, shirtless and confident, a hush fell over the crowd. The Protectors, having completed their display, turned their attention toward him, ready to face the ultimate challenge and claim the prize. Anticipation rippled through the air, the excitement palpable. Amara couldn't look away from Damon's chiseled form, the raw power emanating from him like a force of nature. It was clear why he was considered the strongest Alpha. Victory seemed inevitable. So why had she even made this bet? Damon stepped forward, his sharp gaze locking onto the first Protector. The young man, who had spent five years training for this momen

Amara stepped out of Alpha Darius's car after he gave her a soft kiss, not glancing back as she entered the apartment she shared with Linda. Inside, she found Linda seated in the living room, engrossed in a book. “You're back,” Linda said, closing the book and turning her attention to Amara. “You don't look okay.” “Do you want to talk about it?” she asked. Amara nodded, sinking into the couch beside her. “What happened?” Linda asked gently. Amara remained silent for a moment, then sighed deeply. “I'm exhausted. It's also tiring,” she admitted, her voice heavy with frustration. Linda offered a sympathetic look, moving closer to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. Amara let out a weary sigh. “I'm already getting tired, Linda. I just want to run away,” she confessed. “And where do you think you'd go?” Linda asked, with a hint of amusement. Amara groaned. “No matter where I go, they'll find me. I know,”

Mine. Damon's voice echoed in Damon's mind, urging him to claim Amara's lips. He shook his head. Resisting the primal urge. I can't. It's okay. Ignore what I just said. Amara replied softly, lying back on the bed. Damon could see the flicker of pain in her eyes, even though she tried to mask it. His words had clearly stung her. But he believed it was for the best. Ever since he stepped in, an overwhelming desire to kiss her, to touch and hold her had consumed him. But every time he looked into her eyes, guilt surged through him, a constant reminder of the pain he had caused her in the past. He inhaled deeply, trying to calm the tempest of emotions raging inside. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, feeling the warmth of her body against his. The moment was bittersweet, having her so near, yet holding himself back from what he truly wanted. As they lay in silence, Damon wrestled with conflicting emotions of guilt and longing. When Amara finally drifted off to slee