All Chapters of Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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160: Just distractions

Diane. Dom reached out, took my small hand in his large palm, and slowly slid the black card right back into my fingers. He closed my hand over it, his warmth spreading through my skin. "Keep your card, Diane," Dom growled softly, his voice deep and dominant. "I want you to consider this as one of my special treatments." what? He can't be serious. or is he? I looked around the massive lounge area, noting the expensive gold trimmings and the plush velvet furniture. "This place looks like a presidential suite, Dom. It is incredibly expensive," I reminded him, just in case he forgot. "Yes, it is," Dom agreed simply. "And you are seriously saying you want to pay for this luxury suite for as long as I decide to stay here?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief. "Mm-hmm," Dom grunted. "But I don't think you would stay here for too long, Diane. It won't take long before the pack forces start looking for their Luna. And I absolutely do not want to see massive news headlines about a m

161: Hidden Motive

Dom As I walked away from the room, my mind was spinning fast. My chest felt tight, burning with a strange pressure—one that I had buried, intending for it never to surface again. Forbidden. That was the exact word that kept flashing in my head. It was a dangerous, completely unnecessary pressure—an absolutely rejected feeling that I had successfully shunned and locked away in the darkest corner of my mind for many years. I had a strict rule about my life: I never let a woman get under my skin. I never let emotions mess with my focus. My only family was my sister and the sworn brothers of the den. Gone are the days when I made such mistakes. I wasn't doing it again. But right now, my lips were still tingling from the soft, wet heat of Diane’s mouth. Her sweet, desperate scent was literally stuck inside my nose. I stopped, pausing right in my tracks in the empty hallway just before I got to the elevator. "Look, Dominic," I muttered softly to myself, my voice dropping in

162: Wolves will be wolves.

Dom. “He had a vasectomy,” I repeated slowly, letting every single syllable sink deep into his ears. “And that exact medical procedure is the sole reason why the Luna has not been able to conceive a royal heir for the pack. It was a calculated choice.” “What?” Anthor breathed out, his face turning a dark, angry shade of red. “Julian... Julian did that? Does Diane know about this?” “Are you going to let me finish speaking?” I snapped, my voice turning incredibly sharp. “Oh, yes... yes, of course,” Anthor stuttered quickly, his defensive walls instantly crumbling as he remembered who he was dealing with. “Please, continue.” “Now, for the last piece of information, I don't think it will really seem so important to you,” I said smoothly. “Because it's something that is completely expected from a corrupt, lying man like Julian if he chooses to cheat on her. So… yes. He has an affair outside their marriage. And he is barely in the house with his wife. And if it interests you, Dian

163: Lies. I know.

Julian I stepped out of the wooden door of the private lounge, the dim red neon light fading behind my back. My mind was completely racing as I walked down the quiet, carpeted corridor. A gay man. That was the only thought repeating in my brain. I clenched my jaw so tight my teeth ached. There was absolutely no other way. Only a man who shared those exact hidden desires could have looked into my face and spotted the tiny, split-second flash of panic in my eyes. I had barely even touched the screen of my phone to look at those male dancers downstairs. My glances had been completely fast, totally hidden. Yet, Rocco had pulled that secret right out of my throat like a trained predator. I smirked to myself as I reached the bottom of the stairs, a dark, bitter smile touching my lips. That guy... I still didn't fully understand why I had desperately asked him for his personal phone number right before leaving. It was an impulse. But deep down, I knew the raw truth. I needed people li

164: Familiar. No?

Julian."Zee, you know damn well I am not your personal servant. There is absolutely no way I am driving all the way down to that dark territory again just to go pick up that shit. You can send any one of your men to go pick it up." "The ultimate success of this job solely lies on your shoulders, Julian," Zee argued sharply, his voice turning cold. "And I would highly urge you to go and pick it up by yourself. That way, the specific instructions for the distribution will be passed directly into your hands. Since you are the one who really wants to be executing this entire job from the inside, you need to be there." A total silence fell inside my car. I stared out through the dark windshield, weighing my options. Once again, he was right. And this time, it angered me that he was right again and my arguments were now invalid. "Fine," I muttered after a long moment. "I will handle it." "Good," Zee said, his tone softening slightly. "Go straight home now. It is late already. You sho

165: Aggressive trap

Dom The sound of my bike rumbled to a stop in the dark alley behind the club. I killed the engine and instantly hopped down, pulling my heavy helmet low over my forehead. I walked straight to the private section of Vegas Den. The two massive guards at the door immediately stepped aside when they recognized my frame. I pushed the heavy door open and walked inside. The bass from the main dance floor down below was a low vibration under my shoes. But up here, in the private executive corridor, it was dead silent. I walked straight into my private office and sat down behind the large desk. A moment later, the door opened quietly. Rocco walked into the room. His face was perfectly still, a cold mask of stone. "Dom," Rocco said, giving me a short nod. "Rocco," I replied, my voice deep and flat. "How did the meeting with Julian go?" "It went exactly how we wanted it to go," Rocco said, walking over to the desk. I gestured firmly with my hand for Rocco to pull up the security footage.

166: Pardon over punishment

Diane. The room was totally quiet. I had been here for close to 12 hours, and service so far had been perfect. The hotel crew had brought my food earlier. It was premium service. Everything in this place was top-tier and fancy. But I could barely eat. Dom had disappeared on me. No trace. I knew I should have called him to ask where he was, but this man had already done enough for me. One of the last things I wanted was to bug him. Sure, he had a life to live outside protecting me. I was just lying there on the huge bed, wrapped in the thick blankets, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the mattress. The screen lit up. It was Celine. I picked it up and pressed the button. "Hello?" "Diane! Oh my god, I haven't seen you at all today," Celine’s voice came through, sounding worried. "I hope you are fine. Where are you?" "I'm fine, Celine. I'm okay," I said softly. I didn't want to tell her anything about Julian, the tea, or the hotel room. It was too much

167: His rights.

Diane My heart was beating fast against my ribs. The voice of the head guardian was still echoing inside my ears. I slowly lowered the phone from my cheek. I did not drop the device on the bed right away. I held it tightly in my slightly shaking fingers, staring straight ahead at the wall. "I am coming right now," I whispered into the line before I finally pressed the button to end the call. I turned my head toward the door. Dom wasn't moving anymore. His fingers were resting on one of the black buttons of his shirt. He had been in the middle of getting ready to take his clothes off for me. The warm air of our intimate moment was still hanging thick in the room. My skin was still completely flushed. My body was still humming from the intense pleasure he had just given me. But everything had just changed in a single second. Dom looked down at me. I know he saw the pale look on my face. He saw the way my breathing had suddenly turned short and fast. "I need to leave," I said, my

168: Caution for the stranger

Diane.The heavy doors of my private office shut tightly behind us. The noisy courtyard was gone. The cold night air was gone. But the heavy tension inside my chest was only getting larger—worse after seeing that stupid face out there. I did not look back to see if Dom was behind me. I knew he was there. I could feel his massive, protective presence shielding my back like a brick wall. I walked straight across the polished wooden floor and pointed toward a leather chair facing my grand desk. "Sit down," I told the young man. My voice was very quiet, but it had a sharp edge that made him move instantly. He sat, keeping his back very straight, his hands resting on his knees. His knuckles were still red and bruised from where the guards had grabbed him. I could see it. I walked around the desk, pulled out my large chair, and sat down slowly. I leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. I rested my hands flat on the desk, looking at him. “I—” I started to say something, but I cou

169: Let get the wickedness started.

Diane. He looked up. "The last two weeks," he explained quickly, his eyes pleading. "I have come to the headquarters all the way from the west. I laid out several letters. I sent so many. But those letters that I sent did not get past security. Nobody called me. Nobody asked for my attention. Nothing. I got nothing back. So... I felt this was the only way to get to you." I paused. "You sent letters? You gave security your letters, and nobody informed me about it?" "Exactly," the guy said, nodding fast. "That is exactly why I am here tonight. That is exactly why I felt like causing a commotion. I had to force the attention of the palace and the royals if they did not want to give me a single bit of attention." I sat in silence for a few seconds. Now I knew it wasn't his fault. But how could security take his letters, deliver them to the board of information, and still have them not be passed to me or the council? "That's fine," I said quietly, tapping my fingers on the desk.

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