Todos os capítulos de The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Lizabella “If Agnes wants to come along, then sure.” That was all Donald said, and I smiled before I even realized I was doing it.“Thank you,” I said, genuinely.Before he could reply, I turned and practically ran down the hallway, my heart oddly buoyant. I didn’t even stop to think about why I was this excited, I  just knew exactly where I was going.

Lizabella My pulse thundered in my ears as I leaned in closer to Lizabella, and could smell the faint hint of her vanilla perfume and in that moment, my eyes remained fixed on her lips that had parted slightly, drawing me in like a magnet I couldn't resist.But as I closed the gap, her hand shot up gently, her fingers pressing over my lips in a way that sent a jolt through me. “There are cameras all over the place here,” she whispered, her eyes wide and darting around. Of course escape rooms are always filled with

Lizabella“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, leaning down to kiss the inside of my thighs. He went higher, until his mouth was right there, breath ghosting over my core. And I tensed, expecting him to tease, but he didn’t. He licked a stripe up my center, and my back bowed off the mattress, a choked moan tearing from my throat.He groaned against me in response, the vibration making my toes curl, and then he was devouring me with his tongue circling my clit, lips sucking gently, as two fingers sliding inside me with no warning and curling just right.“Fuck!” I cried, hands flying to his hair, holding him there as my hips rocked shamelessly against his face. “Oh God. Donald, don’t stop…”His fingers went in higher and higher, until the coil inside me snapped and pleasure crashed through me in waves. I came with his name on my lips, body shaking, thighs clamping around his head as he licked me through every aftershock.When the tremors finally eased he crawled back up my body, kissi

 Damon   “Well… actually, I did forget that,” I said quietly, letting out a sigh. “I’ve forgotten a lot of things.”  Donald nodded, his expression unusually calm. “I figured.” Then he added, almost casually. “Oh, and I also contacted the engineer late last night. He’ll be coming in with his men to take measurements and begin planning the construction of elevators in the palace; it'll make it easier for you to move around.”  

DamonOver the next few weeks, as the treatment dragged on with its relentless cycle of infusions, scans, and physical therapy sessions that left my legs trembling like a newborn foal’s, Lizabella never once left my side. Every single morning she disappeared from the clinic for an hour or two, only to return with a tray bearing breakfast she had prepared herself in the palace kitchens, mostly warm oatmeal laced with honey and cinnamon, fresh fruit sliced precisely the way I liked it, and black coffee strong enough to wake the dead. Lunch arrived the same way, ranging from grilled chicken with herbs from the royal gardens, steamed vegetables, or rice cooked until each grain stood separate and perfect. Dinner was always something comforting like hearty stew on colder nights, or roasted root vegetables with lamb when my appetite finally stirred. And she always carried those trays back and forth without complaint, never letting the staff take over.If I so much as mentioned needing some