Todos los capítulos de The Luna He Can’t Have: Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

The next day, I’m no closer to figuring anything out, and I’m still not fighting to hold back my excitement at the thought of getting away to Paris and building a new life for myself.This is because there isn’t any. Excitement, that is.I lay with my back to Jeremy, staring at the wall, wide awake but not ready to turn to face him yet—or even move.When Jeremy wraps his arm around my waist and hauls me flush against him, I fight back my moan at how good it feels—how good it always feels—when he does it.“Something’s wrong,” he murmurs against my hair.For one second, I freeze, because I guess he must know.Maybe he took a sneaky peek at my phone while I was sleeping. I mean, he did say he charged it while I was asleep, which means there was nothing to stop him from scrolling through all my messages.But he couldn’t have, I tell myself, since all the messages were still unread.“You hear me, Sweet?”“I heard you.”But I don’t turn around. I don’t move.I still haven’t replied to Paulo

Before too long, I’ll be pregnant and then leaving will truly be impossible, and as the days go by, and then months, my nightmares will return, and I’ll find myself more trapped with him than I ever felt in Hardin.Except I won’t have Dayne there. I won’t have anyone who understands even a hint of what I went through, and I will rebel against telling Jeremy.Eventually, Jeremy’s patience will snap and he’ll force me to tell him everything, and I will. And then what’ll start as resentment will turn to hate.It will kill me.Or one night the nightmares will.There’s one way to stop it. Only one. My heart clenches in pain, but I ignore it and force myself to speak the words.“Jeremy Stone, I reject—”Jeremy claps his hand over my mouth and takes me down onto the couch.I struggle to push him off, to peel his hand off my mouth, but my strength, my anger, is nothing compared to the fury I see burning in his eyes.“You fucking dare!” he snarls.No matter how much I shove at him and push, no

When I open my eyes, I wake to find myself in a place so devoid of light, it’s as if my eyes were still closed.There is no way for me to gauge what time it is, let alone.All I know is that I feel like I’m going to throw up because my stomach is churning like crazy, which means the woman—the shifter—hit me with tranquilizer darts.Slowly, I sit up, trying not to move too quickly for fear of throwing up over myself, which is when something small and furry rubs up against my leg and its tail lashes against me.With a sharp indrawn scream, I yank my foot away, and the thing—I’m trying desperately not to think it’s a rat—scurries away. And as if it and all its other buddies were just waiting for me to wake up, I hear them scurrying around, making me shudder in disgust.I’m in a basement, but it’s nothing like the Blackshaw basement where Dayne holds the pack meetings. No, this is a true basement with exposed brickwork at my back, a moldy smell, and other smells that aren’t as pleasant.I

Jeremy turns back to me, except this time he doesn’t look pissed. His eyes are creased with concern. “You had a nightmare.”I blink at him in surprise. “How did you know?”“Maybe because you damn near took my head off when I tried to wake you before.”At the mention of my nightmares, especially in front of a stranger, even if it is Jeremy’s brother, I wriggle and look away. “How about putting me down now?”Jeremy holds onto me tighter and tugs my head back to him, so we’re eye to eye. “You okay?”“It’s no big deal. I’m fine. And when were you planning on telling me you had a brother?” I demand as I shove at his chest to remind him to put me down sometime this century.Reluctantly, Jeremy lowers me on my feet, though the glower is back, and I don’t understand why until he speaks.“Tonight. I was going to introduce you to the new alpha of Dawley tonight. Only I get back to the hotel for the front desk to tell me they saw my mate leaving with a bag. A bulging one, they said. Running away

The shifter is speaking, but his words are merging with Jeremy’s and it’s hard to focus on one.“Baby, I need you to wake up. I need you to be okay,” Jeremy is saying.I turn to his voice because I don’t want to hear what this shifter with the cold eyes plans to do with me. He’s like Abel. Like Owen. A predator.Instead, I turn to Jeremy’s voice.“I fell in love with you the moment you walked into the bar.” I go still at hearing his murmur against my hair.He said he told me about all the things he’d do to the shifter who stabbed me, not that he loved me.“You were this vision from my dream. This mass of sunlight hair, those big stormy blue eyes filled with shadows. You didn’t belong there. You didn’t belong anywhere near someone like me. But somehow, you were mine.”Someone like him?“I knew I wouldn’t let you go. I knew I’d do everything I could to keep you. And when you said all you wanted was a one-night stand, I knew that was impossible because you belonged with me. Forever.”I