Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Dom The bass from the speakers was a heavy thumping in the floor, but all I could hear was the sound of Diane’s breathing. She stood there, her chest rising and falling fast under her expensive coat. She looked like a queen who had just walked into a shark tank and decided she owned the water. The service girl in the red dress backed away. She wasn't stupid. She saw the way Diane looked at her—like she wanted to erase her from existence. I set my glass down on a nearby ledge. The amber liquid swirled, reflecting the blue neon lights of the club. I stepped toward Diane, my boots clicking against the dirty floor, towering over her, my shadow swallowing her whole. "What are you doing here?" I rasped. My voice was a low growl that only she could hear over the music. Diane didn't flinch. She tilted her head back, her eyes burning with a fire that made my blood boil. "What am I doing here?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "I came here to have fun, Beta. Just like every

DianeI gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. My tires hissed against the wet asphalt of the North District, but all I could see was that blonde girl in the red lace. I could see her hands on him. I could see the way Dom leaned into her, acting like he didn't have a care in the world."Arrogant, selfish dog," I hissed into the empty car.“, you idiot!”I was annoyed. No, I was beyond annoyed. I was vibrating with a possessive rage that made my skin feel too tight. He had refused to follow me home. He had looked me in the eye—me! the Luna of this pack—and told me he was off duty.Off duty!Even when I insulted him into coming, he stood his ground because of that… that thing!He preferred to stay in that dirty, stupid basement club with those cheap things instead of doing his job.“I'm off duty,” I mimicked mockingly. My chest was burning with rage.Isn't he supposed to be guarding me? Isn't that what the pack pays him for? To guard me? Stand where I stand. Be whe

DomThe engine of my bike roared, a violent scream that tore through the silence of the industrial district. I didn't hold back. I kicked the gear into place and twisted the throttle, feeling the machine leap forward like a beast released from a cage.Behind me, I felt her.Diane didn't just sit on the bike; she clung to me. Her small, soft hands wrapped around my waist, her fingers digging into the tough leather of my jacket. I could feel her chest pressed hard against my back, her heart drumming against my spine. She buried her face between my shoulder blades, trying to hide from the wind that was whipping around us at a hundred miles per hour.I looked in the small rearview mirror. The wind was a storm, blowing her dark hair into a wild, tangled mess. Even through the dark tint of her glasses, I could see her eyes—wide and frantic. She looked she had just realized she played a game too big for her to handle.I should have left her there, let her pay for being reckless. Yell at her,

DomJulian had rushed out ten minutes ago, after leaving orders on things he wanted and things he didn't, and leaving me to handle some mess.Now, my job was to find Diane. She was already in the gallery wing with those high-society Council wives.I walked down the long, sun-drenched corridor. My boots made a steady, heavy thud against the polished floor. I was in a hurry. I wasn't supposed to let her be alone.Suddenly, as I rounded the corner near the kitchen wing, a blur of white and gold slammed right into my chest.Splash.The heat was instant. A wave of scalding liquid soaked through my black shirt, sticking the fabric to my skin.Although I didn't flinch, I stopped dead in my tracks."Oh! Oh, my goodness! Beta, I am so sorry!"It was Freda, the head of the household staff. She was staring at me with wide, panicked eyes, clutching an empty porcelain saucer. The teacup lay shattered on the floor between us.A dark, brownish puddle was spreading over the white marble floor."I was

Diane.The mansion was finally quiet. After long hours of chatting and having solo fun, the Council wives had left, and Julian, he was out of the house as usual.I had retreated to my bedroom, shut the heavy door, and sank into my chair. I grabbed my phone for the first time in hours.I hadn't forgotten the anonymous email. And now that I was alone, it was time to finally open it.I did.I opened it.Like I guessed, it really was from that Jax guy.It was a full profile on my bodyguard, Dom Vormos.I scrolled down. Everything was there.Age: 43.Background: Leader of a high-end biker club.Criminal Record: Clean. Surprisingly clean.Personal Life: No wife. No children. No hidden debts.My eyes lingered on the text on the screen.With what I was seeing, the guy was trying to tell me that they had run a deep, thorough search on Dom and there was no trace of him and Julian ever coming in contact. He had no link whatsoever to Julian.I nodded my head as I read through.He wasn't a spy for