Semua Bab The Luna they both Claimed (Book 1 ): Bab 181 - Bab 188

Damon looked back at Amara and gave her an assuring smile. Don't worry, everything is fine. He assured her. But actually, nothing was fine. He had just received some news, and it wasn't good, but he didn't want to ruin their day. Amara sensed something was off, but decided not to pry into Damon's matters. The car pulled up in front of Damon's apartment. And Alpha Damon stepped out first, striding over to Amara's side. Before she could protest, he scooped her up effortlessly into his arms. What are you doing? Amara asked, her eyes wide with surprise at the unexpected gesture. Damon looked down at her, a warm smile playing on his lips. What does it look like I'm doing? He replied casually. Amara couldn't help but smile despite herself, and as she wrapped her arms around his neck, a soft chuckle escaped her lips. Hold on tight. Damon said, his voice firm yet tender as he carried her toward the building. As they passed the security guard, Amara felt his curious gaze on them. Embar

Damon sat on the couch. His gaze fixed on Amara as she slept peacefully. Her red, fiery hair fanned out messily across the pillow. Her legs curled beneath the blanket, creating a sight that made a warm smile creep onto his face. He could sit there forever. Watching her like that and never grow tired of it. Yet, the thought that tomorrow was Monday, that she'd be leaving, Clouded his happiness. She wasn't his to keep, no matter how much he wished otherwise. As if sensing his absence, Amara's hand reached across the bed to the spot he'd vacated. Then scrunched into a frown before her eyelids fluttered open. She glanced at the empty space beside her, and then turned to see him seated on the couch. Good morning, Amara. Damon greeted softly, his lips curving into a smile. Amara rubbed her eyes. Returning his smile. Before she got out of bed, she looked stunning, even in her casual state, her short nightwear accentuating her natural beauty. Damon's gaze lingered, drawn to her firm f

Damon sat silently in the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel as he maneuvered through the winding road. Amara sat beside him, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as she stared out the window, refusing to meet his gaze. The tension in the car was palpable, thick with the weight of unspoken words. Since the previous night, Damon had made several attempts to speak to her, but Amara had shut him down each time. She was furious. At him, at herself, and at the situation they found themselves in. She couldn't forgive herself for the way she had acted, and no amount of pleading from Damon could change that. Are you still angry with me? Damon finally broke the silence, his voice low and cautious. Amara didn't respond immediately, her frown deepening as she focused on the scenery outside. There's nothing to talk about, Damon. She said curtly, her tone laced with bitterness. Damon sighed, his jaw tightening. He didn't press further. Respecting her boundaries, even t

What you did was wrong. Amara, you shouldn't let Darius touch you when you know how it affects Damon. Olivia, Amara's wolf, scolded firmly. Amara frowned, irritation flickering in her eyes. Come on, Olivia, stop making it sound like I had sex with Darius. We didn't. We just... Her voice faltered. Unable to finish the sentence, her wolf scoffed angrily inside her. I just hope you know what you're doing. Olivia said, while Amara, now feeling guilty, couldn't say a word. A sudden buzzing broke through the tension. Amara grabbed her phone from the desk and glanced at the screen. It was a text message from Damon. Curious, she unlocked her phone, but her stomach dropped as her eyes skimmed the words. Sorry. Amara, I can't make it to our outing tonight, but I've told Darius, and he's happy to take my place. So he'll be coming instead of me. I thought it was best to let you know. The message hit her like a punch to the gut. Amara's fingers tightened around her phone, and her lips thi