All Chapters of RISE OF THE SCORNED LUNA: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

TWENTY-ONECAMILE By the time it was the weekend and we had to leave Italy, I couldn't even remember the number of orgasms Kael and Arlo had wrung from my body. And each one more soul-shattering than the last, leaving me raw and sated in ways I have never imagined. Italy had remade me, not just with scenery and gelato-sweet distractions, but through the relentless way these two powerful men… two powerful Alphas claimed every inch of me. They made me feel wanted, devoured, alive in a pulse that drowned out everything else. For once, I didn’t even remember who Zane or Emma was.There was only Kael and Arlo, the two infuriatingly sexy supernatural men with the sex stamina of gods who took it upon themselves to piece me back together, one hard thrust at a time.Packing was a blur.My hands shook as I tried to fold a sundress, the fabric slipping from my fingers every time their voices drifted from the living room, low, teasing, laced with that effortless sexiness that always made my

ZANE “What did you say?” I blinked again, as if my ears had failed me.She leaned back against the pillows, unbothered, regal even. The softness she’d worn earlier was gone, replaced with an expression so sharp and cold.“I said you married the wrong woman,” she repeated, savoring every word.My pulse thudded hard in my ears. I forced a laugh, thin and brittle. “You’re tired,” I said. “You are only saying nonsense because you are tired. You are not making sense, Emma. What do you mean by "I married the wrong woman” ?”Emma studied me for a moment, like she was deciding how much she wanted to enjoy this. Then she shifted, sitting up straighter, the sheets slipping down her shoulders. Her lips curved slowly.“Oh, Zane,” she said, clicking her tongue. “You really are slow. Far less impressive than I thought,” Something in her voice made my stomach twist. I was becoming exasperated by my thoughts, all jumbled up, and nothing made sense. “What the fuck do you mean?” I clenched my jaw.

CAMILE The car rolled to a smooth stop in front of the quarters, and for a second, I just sat there, fingers still curled around the door handle.I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss Italy or didn’t want to go back there. The breathable atmosphere of it still clung to me.The warmth. The laughter. The way I had felt light, wanted, cared for. The way Arlo and Kael never let me think too much about the people that hurt me, the way they didn't make me feel small or disposable. They had taken care of me in ways I didn’t even know I needed. They had fucked me to oblivion and back, even on the plane back to here, and during our car ride from the airport, exhausting me in the best way possible, leaving me full and glowing from the inside out.Insatiable bastards. I giggled But then, it’s not like I didn’t love every bit of it, because I truly did.After thanking the driver, I stepped out of the car with a smile I didn’t even bother hiding, damn whoever sees it.I was still smiling as

CAMILE “You are such a naughty, naughty girl,” Kael growled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me.And with that, he dove in, tongue plunging deep into my core, lapping hungrily.A scream of pleasure tore from my throat, raw and desperate, as his mouth sealed over my pussy. Kael's hands gripped my thighs, forcing them wider apart until my muscles strained, my folds blooming open under his relentless assault. He devoured me ferociously, tongue thrusting in and out, swirling through my slick walls, sucking my juices as if he couldn't get enough. Every flick against my entrance sent shocks racing up my spine, my hips bucking involuntarily against his face.Arlo's fingers never stopped their torment on my breasts, pinching my nipples into aching points, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers with just the right pressure to make me gasp. He leaned down, capturing one stiff peak in his mouth again, sucking hard while his teeth grazed the sensitive tip. “Fuck, look a

ZANE Camile's words echoed in my head like a goddamn curse as I stormed out of her flat, the door slamming behind me.…if you really want me to even consider a second chance? Figure out how to throw Emma out of your life…As if it were that simple. As if I could just snap my fingers and erase the mess I made. But I had to try something, anything, to salvage this nightmare.I headed straight for our estate, my mind racing with half-formed pleas and threats. Negotiation. That's what I needed. Swallow my pride and beg if I had to, just to get her to back off and let me fix things with Camile.The hallway to our bedroom felt longer than usual, my boots thudding against the marble like accusations. I didn't knock, because why the hell would I? This was my house, my life; she was ruining it. I shoved the door open, ready to lay it all out, but the sight that hit me froze me in place, my blood turning to ice, then boiling over in seconds.Emma was sprawled naked across our king-sized bed,