All Chapters of The Luna they both Claimed : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“Get out!” Damon yelled. “Oh? What is she talking about, Damon?” Benita asked lazily, pulling the sheet around herself. She seemed completely confused by the words she had just heard from Amara. “Get out!” Damon yelled again, and Benita flinched as her eyes widened. “Damon, you are—” she started, confused. “Now, Benita, get out,” Damon demanded, his tone dangerously low. Consumed with fear, Benita got down from the bed, put on her dress, and picked up her things from the floor before staring at Damon, and then at Amara. She was still unable to believe what she had just heard. “You two are mates?” Benita asked, wanting an answer. “Get out! I said get out—now!” Damon yelled, spelling out his words, his anger reaching its peak. She swallowed in fear and tried approaching the door, but Damon called her back. “Any word about this to anyone, then consider yourself in my bad book. I believe you know what that means,” Damon warned, his words so icy they sent chills down Benita’s spine

Get off her. Damon yelled, yanking Austin away from Amara. Before Austin could comprehend what was happening, Damon threw a hard punch to his face, breaking his nose. “How dare you try to touch her,” Damon shouted angrily, delivering more punches to Austin, who struggled to fight back but was no match for Damon, especially in his furious state. Darius rushed over to Amara, and was relieved to see that she was still clothed and untouched, but she had passed out. He placed his ear on her chest and confirmed that she was breathing. But then he caught a strong whiff of alcohol on her breath. Darius couldn't help but wonder why Amara was drunk. What had she been thinking to get herself in this state and end up in Austin’s hands? “What is going on here?” Beta Matthew asked, clearly confused by the scene unfolding before him. “Damon, stop,” he urged, running up to Damon and pulling him off a nearly unconscious Austin, whose face was covered in blood. “What happened?” Beta Matthew started

I’m so sorry,” Amara apologized, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson as she quickly averted her gaze, trying to keep her eyes anywhere but on Darius’s bare form. Her heart raced, her breath catching in her throat as she stumbled backward, her foot catching on the edge of the rug. Darius, equally surprised, froze for a moment before his lips curled into a slow, amused smile. “Amara,” he said, his voice carrying a teasing lilt, “stop acting like you’ve just seen a ghost.” He chuckled softly, clearly not as bothered that Amara had seen him naked as she was. Amara’s face burned even more, and she quickly turned around, her back to him, trying to maintain whatever shred of dignity she had left. “I’m so sorry, Darius. I didn’t know you were— I mean, I thought you were out,” she stammered, wishing she could disappear into the ground right then and there. Darius chuckled again, seeming to enjoy her flustered state. “It’s okay, Amara, no harm done,” he said casually. She could h

“What’s on your mind, Damon?” Lisa asked, her voice soft. She had noticed he hadn’t been himself since the moment she arrived. “I’m fine. Stop with the questions,” Damon replied tersely, his eyes closing to block out his thoughts. He had summoned Lisa, hoping to distract himself from the constant thoughts of Amara. But even as he lay with her, his mind drifted back to the one woman he couldn’t forget. Suddenly, a knock came on the door, and his brow furrowed. He wasn’t expecting anyone. “The door is open,” he called out, gesturing for the person to enter. The door opened, and Damon was surprised to see Amara walking into his room with a tray of coffee in her hand. He hadn’t requested it, but as usual, he always had his coffee first thing in the morning—and Amara kept to that routine. “Oh, did you ask the maid to bring me coffee?” Lisa cooed, kissing Damon’s cheek with a flirtatious grin. “How thoughtful, baby.” She signaled for Amara to come forward with the tray. Amara, whose

Damon, you are here… Antonia stammered in fear, while Damon nodded. Sensing her panic, he knew Antonia was up to something. And strangely, he felt compelled to find out what it was—something he could have easily brushed aside. It was her personal life, and he shouldn’t have been interested… but somehow, he was. “Who was on the line? And who is this person that has just three days to comply?” Damon asked, raising an eyebrow. Antonia swallowed nervously, trying to think of an excuse. She knew Damon well—knew how smart he was—and she had to say something convincing, or he would suspect her. Being suspected by him was the last thing she wanted. Antonia quickly masked her fear with a nervous smile. “Oh, Damon, it’s nothing serious,” she began, trying to sound casual. “Just some friendship drama, you know how it is.” Damon’s eyes narrowed, clearly not buying it. “Excuse—friend drama?” he repeated, his tone skeptical. “Who were you trying to convince, Antonia? Me or yourself?” His voice