Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Diane. The room was heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and the sharp, electric tang of desire. I lay back on his bed, the dark sheets cool against my bare skin. Dom didn't move toward me. Instead, he pulled the heavy wooden chair from his desk and sat down. He sat just a few feet away, his legs spread, his large hands resting on his knees. Like he was a king watching his subject. "Show me," he commanded. His voice was a low, dark vibration that made my stomach drop. "Show me why you thought those things could replace me." My face burned with a mix of shame and heat, but the fire in my blood was winning. I held the rose vibrator in my hand. My fingers trembled as I pressed the button. The soft, insistent hum filled the silence of the room. I looked at him—really looked at him. His eyes weren't dark anymore. They had shifted into a glowing, predatory amber. He was watching my every move. "Ah..." I let out a long, shaky moan as the vibration touched me. I arched my back, my

Diane I woke with a sharp gasp, my eyes snapping open. For a second, the world was a blur of dark shadows and soft silk. Panic flared in my chest. My fucking sleepyhead... how could I sleep so deeply? I was still in Dom’s room, and it was almost morning. If anyone saw me coming out of the Beta’s quarters at dawn—let's not even go there. I started to bolt upright, my hands clutching the sheets, ready to run. But as my eyes adjusted, I froze. The ceiling wasn't the dark wood of Dom’s room; it was the familiar, carved ivory of my own bedroom. "It’s not even 6 a.m. Go back to bed." The voice was deep, steady, and came from the corner of the room. I jumped, pulling the duvet up to my chin. There, sitting at my vanity table, was Dom. He was framed by the pale morning light coming through the window. He was sitting right where I had left the finance files. His eyes were focused on the papers, a pen held loosely in his large hand. He looked like he hadn't slept a wink, yet he didn't loo

Diane. The air in the council room was cold and smelled of floor wax and old power. Julian was already there, sitting at the head of the long mahogany table as if he still owned the room. He looked up when I walked in, his eyes narrow and curious. "Diane," he said, his voice smooth like oil. "I heard you called an emergency meeting. What is this all about?" "The finances, Julian," I said. I didn't look at him. I sat down at my spot, smoothing my skirt. My heart was beating against my ribs like a trapped bird, but I kept my face like stone. "The finances?" He let out a small, dry laugh. "Oh okay, what do you want to discuss about them?” Really? He was asking me what I wanted to discuss? As if we weren't coming from the same house? "I think we’ll all listen and hear it together," I replied. Just then, the heavy doors opened, interrupting any further annoying discussions from him. The elders and council members began to file in. Their faces were grim. They took their seats, the so

Diane. "Are you regretting it now?" I didn’t respond at first. I couldn’t. My throat felt like it was full of sand. I kept my head down on the desk, hiding my face. I felt like the world was crumbling around me, and the only person seeing me fall apart was the man who had pushed me to be strong. "Please," I finally whispered into the wood. "I don’t want to talk right now.” I heard the door click. Dom had walked in and locked it. I felt the air in the room change. His presence was like a heavy weight, pulling me out of my dark thoughts. I heard his shoes thumping on the carpet as he came closer. "So, what happened to that lioness in the boardroom ten minutes ago?" he asked; his voice was rough. "Where did she go? Because all I see here right now is a mouse." I raised my head slowly. My eyes were red and my lashes wet. I looked up at him, feeling small in my big leather chair. Dom was standing right in front of me, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked at me with those

Celine The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in bruises of purple and orange. I gripped the steering wheel of my car, my neck stiff from a long day of crunching numbers and dodging Julian’s hard glares whenever he came around my station. Working in this place for two days already, I could already attest that there was a lot going on beyond the eyes of the ordinary: the gossip behind Diane, the elders, the division. As much as I would love to relay everything to Diane, there are just things one turns a blind eye to. But that courage? That authority? Never in the twenty-plus years I have known Diane have I seen her exude that much confidence. Yes, she was a very confident fellow—stood out, yes—but that was before the arrival of that monster from the west. And now, seeing her regain her stance, standing back on her feet, taking authority of the pack? It gave me joy and happiness. Seeing Julian look like he's being sidelined, with all that Alpha parade being shut b