Semua Bab The Luna on a Chain: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Since early morning, rain had been pouring down once again. Dampness had crept into every corner of the room. That was probably why I had been clinging so desperately to the only source of warmth.So hot. So soft. So gentle. If happiness could be touched, it would surely feel exactly like this.“The opening of the new branch is coming up, and I need to convince my son to attend, since he is the direct heir,” Gromov’s hateful, revolting voice sounded just inches from me.I jolted upright as if someone had dumped a bucket of icy water over my head, whipping around in search of the source.“Yes, that girl is still here, and we need to get rid of her as soon as possible,” the voice continued. But now I clearly understood that Gromov himself was not in the room.To be precise, the old bald man wasn’t there — but a blond, infuriatingly handsome specimen was very comfortably settled beside me in bed. Stretching lazily, he looked at me with a smile.“What’s wrong? Why did you jump like that?”

Pleasant music drifted toward me long before the luxurious house came into view on the horizon.The sunset outside was breathtaking, and the air still carried that delicate, refreshing coolness that lingers after rain. The car rolled to a stop in front of the sprawling mansion, music pulsing from it at full volume. My excitement vanished instantly—the sound was far too intense. I pressed my palms tightly over my ears and grimaced.“We don’t have to go in,” Arthur said, noticing my pained expression. “Though, on the other hand, this would make excellent training. Try turning the volume down.”“Where’s the button?” I asked with a smile.“It’s in your head. Relax. You can do it.”“Then help me relax,” I replied with a sly grin, leaning toward the werewolf.He caught my meaning immediately and claimed my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. The noise around us dulled, fading into the background until only what truly mattered remained. The space between us filled with the steady pounding of ou

"You seem to have forgotten a very important detail, sunshine," the werewolf said as he pushed the bathroom door open. "You lost our bet. That means you owe me an entire day of obedience. So we’re taking this shower together."No matter how hard I tried to shove the door closed, Arthur still managed to wedge his way inside."There has to be at least one small exception," I protested, tightening my robe around myself. "Besides, you already showered this morning."Arthur pinned me to the wall with his body and began slowly covering my skin with kisses. Yesterday I had been burning with passion, but today something inside me had shifted abruptly, and that fierce pull had softened. I desperately needed some time alone. Arthur, on the other hand, was the complete opposite—hovering around me constantly, never missing a single chance to touch me.My robe slid to the floor, and as I stood there completely naked, I realized there was no reasoning with the werewolf. Obediently, I looped my arms

ArthurArthur wasn’t just furious—he was shaking with rage at himself. Just think about it. He had foolishly believed that as long as his father remained within sight, nothing could possibly happen to the girl. And yet she had vanished without a trace.After the banquet, while Arthur had been tearing through the surrounding streets in search of his mate, his father had seemingly disappeared into thin air as well. After calling Kai and Andrey, the werewolf paced the room in tight, restless circles.His brother arrived first. One look at Arthur’s condition was enough; he silently lowered himself into an armchair.“Where is Father?” the werewolf snarled.“No idea. What’s going on?”“She’s gone. Taken straight from the banquet.”“Maya?” Kai’s brows shot up.“Yes. And the worst part is Father was in plain sight the entire time. She stepped aside to speak with a woman she knew—and then she simply vanished.”“And where is that woman now?”“I don’t know. I need to find her immediately. But fi

The hands of the clock crept slowly across the dial, hypnotizing me with their monotonous rhythm. David had ordered me to wait for him in the living room while he showered. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t make myself move. My body felt fused to the soft velvet upholstery of the couch. The only distraction—and the only comfort—was the clock hanging on the wall.The sound of running water faded, signaling that the devil had finished his shower and would soon reveal himself.The steady ticking was joined by the deafening thud of my own heartbeat.Five minutes later, a male figure stepped into the room, a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.“Relax, woman,” he said with a smile.Or at least he attempted one. I’m not sure what to call that baring of teeth that made my knees tremble.“You don’t have to smile. You’re not very good at it.”The remark was meant to ease my tension, but the moment he dropped the smile, I grew even more rigid.“I haven’t done it in a lo