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

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

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

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

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

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