Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Celine. Walking into the Delta Pack headquarters felt like stepping into a ghost story. My heart was pounding against my ribs so hard it hurt. It had been years since I stood on this polished marble floor. I remembered the last time perfectly. I had been laughing. Diane and I were supposed to go shopping. We were standing right near the entrance when her phone rang. I can still see the way the color drained from her face. That was the day the Alpha died. That was the day everything changed for her. And of course, the beginning of my own misery. Everything had changed for me, too. I walked past the guards. Some of them looked familiar—older men who had served her father. Others were new, with cold eyes that followed me as I moved. I kept my head down. I felt like I didn't belong here anymore. I felt like a failure. I found the route to the main office easily. My feet remembered the way even when my brain wanted to run. I reached a large, beautiful desk where a young woman sat. Her

Celine. The world stopped spinning. The air in the elevator felt like it had been sucked out, replaced by a cold fog. I trembled, my whole body shaking so hard I thought my bones might snap. But I clamped my jaw shut. I swallowed the bile rising in my throat. I masked the shock, staring at him with a face like stone. "You think I don't know how fertile you are?" Julian whispered, his voice smooth like oily poison. "I poured my seeds into you, Celine. And I knew they would grow into beautiful flowers." I ground my teeth together. The sound was loud in my own ears. My mind raced back to that night. It was a memory I had tried to burn, to bury, to forget. That night. That broken night. It was just days after the Alpha's death. The pack was in mourning. Everyone was crying. People were exhausted. I had spent the night by Diane’s side, holding her until she finally fell asleep. Julian had been there. He had lured me out of her room with a lie about a glass of water, about need

DianeThe kiss was deep. It was supposed to be the bridge that brought my marriage back together. Julian’s mouth was warm, and his hands were moving over my skin with a softness I hadn't felt in months. But as my eyes fluttered shut, my mind did something terrifying.The warmth of the bedroom faded. The smell of expensive cologne vanished.I couldn't feel the weight of my bed anymore.Suddenly, I was pinned against the cold, hard metal of an SUV. I could feel the wild, open air of the High Grove hitting my bare skin.Julian was nibbling on my neck, a sensation that used to make me melt. But in my head, it wasn't Julian. It was Dom Vormos.My husband's Beta.I could feel Dom’s thick, heavy weight slamming deep into me, over and over, until my vision blurred with white-hot stars. I could hear the wet, slapping sound of our bodies in the forest. The way he grabbed my neck, soft and strong."Mmm... Do—"I snapped my eyes open, the sound dying in my throat before I could finish his name. M

DianeThe morning sun hit the palace windows with a sharp, cold light. I woke up with my skin feeling sensitive and my mind even sharper. The events of the night before, Julian’s fake apology and Dominic’s cold rejection, were burned into my brain. I was dressed in a sharp, blood red suit today.I walked out of the palace doors, my heels clicking like a countdown on the stone floor. As I approached the driveway, I saw him.Dom.He was standing by the black SUV, looking as solid and unyielding as the palace walls. His eyes met mine, neutral and professional, as if he had not locked me out of his room just hours ago."Good morning, Luna," he said, his voice deep and steady.I did not even look at him. Screw him and his greetings. I walked right past him as if he were a ghost. I scanned the group of guards nearby and spotted the young man from yesterday, the one who had brought me home."You," I said, pointing at him. "Come here."The guard hurried over, looking surprised. "Yes, Luna?""

Diane.The floor of my office looked like a battlefield of silicon and shame. I couldn’t breathe. My skin was so hot I felt like I was actually on fire. The sleek, rose-colored vibrator stared back at me like a witness to my desperation. For a second, I couldn't even move. I just stood there, paralyzed, watching the light reflect off the plastic curves of the toys I had bought to replace the man standing right in front of me."Diane..."I didn't let him finish. I dropped to my knees, my silk skirt bunching around me as I scrambled to grab them. My fingers felt like lead. I snatched the rose and one of the wands, trying to shove them back into the mangled cardboard box. My movements were frantic, messy, and loud.Before I could reach for the last one a heavy, realistic-looking tool a large, tanned hand moved into my field of vision.Dom picked it up.He didn't just pick it up; he held it between two fingers, inspecting it with a terrifyingly calm expression. I looked up at him from the