All Chapters of Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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041: I can feel it.

DianeThe wall behind the door was a cold, unforgiving slab against my spine. But the man in front of me was a furnace. Dom’s hand was still clamped firmly over my mouth. His other arm was braced against the door right next to my ear, his body acting as a living shield. I could feel every ridge of his abdominal muscles pressing into my stomach through the thin silk of my blouse."Dom?" Julian’s voice was closer now, muffled only by the inch of oak between us. "Are you in there?"I squeezed my eyes shut. My heart was at that point pounding so loud I knew that Dom could hear it.What if Julian turned the handle? What if he wanted to come in?What was he doing back here? I thought he sent a message he would not be back anytime soon.Dom, who was hovering over me, didn't flinch. He leaned his head closer to the wood, his eyes locked onto mine. They were dark, dangerous, and strangely calm."I’m here, Alpha," Dom called out. His voice was a perfect, steady rumble. No tremor. No hesitation.

042: Little devil

Dom My head hit the door with a dull thud, tilting back against the wood. I was a dead man. A man like me—who had led a biker gang through the bloodiest territories in the North, survived knife fights that left my skin a map of scars, and outlasted betrayals that would break a normal man—was now pinned to the spot. I was being dismantled by a woman who didn't even reach my chin. Standing there, trapped between her heat and the cold oak, I felt more vulnerable than I ever had in a literal war zone. She was a small devil. I looked down, my breath coming in jagged, pained hitches that burned my throat. Diane was on her knees, her small, pale fingers digging into the hard muscle of my thighs. Her hair, usually so perfect and regal, was a mess of dark silk spilled against my skin. She wasn't looking like the "Luna" version of herself anymore. She was looking at me with a hunger so raw it made my blood roar. I tried to stop her. My hands moved instinctively to her head, my fingers tang

043: The wall of silence

Julian I stared at my phone until the screen went black. I had called my investigator four times in the last hour. Nothing. The man was a ghost. He had sent me a message last night saying he had important information for me—information concerning Dom. And he was supposed to give me the report today. I had waited, but time was against me, so I left. And now, I called, for the tenth time or more today—nothing. I leaned back in my leather chair, the late-night silence of the study pressing against my ears as I waited for Dom, who was supposed to be here 10 minutes ago. Knock. Knock. A soft precise sound at the door. "Come in," I snapped. The door opened, and Dom Vormos stepped inside. I watched him for a long moment, trying to find a crack. A twitch of the eye. A bead of sweat. Anything that showed a shiver for coming late while he stood in my presence. Nothing. "You're late, Vormos," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "Ten minutes—and you took an extra Ten?" "My apologies,

044: Mark on the lips

Dom The boutique was quiet. It was the kind of place where you needed an appointment just to look at the door.I stood by the side, my back straight, my eyes scanning the room. I was looking at exits, monitoring the movements of the staff, looking at the clothes on the rack.But mostly, I was doing all that because I was trying not to look at her.Diane came out of the fitting room in the first dress. It was a deep emerald green. It hugged her curves like a second skin. She stood on the small stage, turning slowly.I kept my face like a stone. I looked at the chandelier.I tried not to look at the way the light caught the slope of her back.Or did I?"What do you think, Freda?" she asked, her voice echoing in the posh room."The color is fine, Luna. I love it," Freda responded.She went back in and changed. The second dress was red. The third was a shimmering silver that looked like water. Every time she came out, she looked at me like she was waiting for a spark, a reaction of any k

046: Getting hold of the rat.

DomThe Vegas Den didn't smell like the expensive air of a palace. It smelled like damp concrete, old oil, and the copper tang of blood. Deep in the sub-basement, far below the thumping bass of the club, the air was still and heavy. It was a tomb for secrets, and tonight, it was holding one that smelled like treason.I stood in the shadows, my black shirt still carrying the faint, lingering scent of the boutique.Rocco stepped out of the flickering light, his face a mask of grim satisfaction."Boss. He’s in the chair. He’s been a bit difficult, but we broke the surface."I walked forward, the heels of my boots thumping rhythmically against the floor. The single overhead bulb swayed, casting long, jagged shadows across the room.There, right in the middle of the room, a man was tied to a heavy wooden chair. His face was a map of purple bruises and dried, crusty blood. His head hung low, his chin resting on his chest, his breathing ragged and barely there.It was unmistakably the same m

046: Outburst and suspicions clicked

DomThe morning light in the breakfast room was too bright. It hit the white marble table and the silver cutlery, making everything look clean and perfect.I stood in my usual spot, five feet behind Diane’s chair. My hands were folded behind my back. My face was a mask of cold stone. After the "girlfriend" lie in the car yesterday, Diane had not been face-friendly with me.Diane sat at the head of the table. She wasn't eating. She was just staring at a plate of sliced fruit like it had insulted her."Where were you last night, Dom?" she asked, with a sharp voice that cut through the silence of the room."I was out, Luna," I replied. I didn't move an inch.She turned her head, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light. "You didn't ask for permission. You are my lead guard. You don't just disappear when the sun goes down.""My contract doesn't state that I need to ask for permission to have a life outside these walls, Luna," I said, trying to keep my voice level, calm, and completely fla

047: Weaving in spies

DomI walked back to my quarters, my boots feeling heavy on my own legs. My mind was a mess. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw that black fabric turning white. I saw Diane’s glassy eyes. I saw the way she looked at her own hands after she screamed at Freda—like she was a stranger in her own skin.I reached my door and gripped the handle, ready to disappear into the silence of my room to think."Dom? Is that you?"A small, sweet, annoying, familiar voice called.I paused, my hand tightening on the brass knob. I took a breath, forcing the "soldier" mask back onto my face before I turned around.Stella was lingering in the hallway. She was leaning against the wall, twirling a strand of her hair. She looked like she had been waiting for a while. She was holding a small basket covered with a linen cloth."How are you doing, big guy?" she asked, walking toward me with a bright smile. "You look like you’ve been carrying the weight of the world all morning.""I'm fine, Stella," I said. My vo

048: Tears behind closed doors

Diane.The bedroom door clicked shut, but the sound of my own screaming still echoed in my ears. I was alone. Truly alone. I stood in the center of the vast, cold room, my hands shaking so violently I had to grip the edge of the mahogany bedpost to stay upright.I felt like a stranger in my own skin. The way I had looked at Freda—the pure, mindless hate I had felt—it wasn't me. I knew it. But the medical report didn't lie. And this, this was evidence.I sank onto the edge of the bed. My legs gave out. I curled my knees to my chest, becoming a small, broken ball of grief. The tears came then—not the quiet, royal kind, but hot, streaming tracks of salt that burned my cheeks."I'm going crazy," I whispered into the empty air. My voice cracked, sounding small and hollow. "I'm losing it. Right in front of the whole world."I thought of Dom. He had seen me snap twice.He saw me snap over grains of sugar.He saw me snap in the boardroom. How many more outbursts until they had me locked away?

049: They fed her poisoning

Dom. The roar of the bike finally died down. The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the ticking of the cooling engine and the distant whistle of the wind. We were at the edge of the palace. I stayed by the bike, my boots crunching on the loose gravel. Diane didn’t wait for me. She walked straight to the rusted iron railing at the very edge. She looked so small against the vast sky. Her simple flared gown whipped around her legs in the cold breeze. I shouldn't have gone to her room. I should have just stayed back and minded my business. But I couldn't. After hours of not seeing her, I moved in there. Because I knew that those glasses hovering in her eyes in that breakfast room—I knew they would have broken into a million pieces in her room. Right now, all I had to do was bring her here so she could feel air and not suffocate inside that large luxury room. I was standing five paces behind, as always. "Are you okay?" I asked, my voice rough in the open air. She didn'

050: Beneath her lips

Dom Two days later… I stood behind my door. I was listening. I knew the rhythm of this house. I knew the heavy step of the guards and the light, hurried pitter-patter of the maids. But now, I heard something else. A soft, uneven step. A kind of step someone took when they were nervous. Knock. Knock. I didn't wait. I pulled the door open. Stella was standing there. Her face was flushed pink, and she was breathing like she had just run a marathon. Her eyes darted left and right, checking the empty hallway before she ducked inside. "Beta," she whispered. Her voice was thin and shaky. "I did it. I actually did it." She reached into the pocket of her apron. Her hand was trembling so much I could hear the fabric rustle. She pulled out a small bundle. It was wrapped in a piece of heavy, dark cloth, tied tight with a piece of twine. "Here," she said, thrusting it toward my chest. "This is it. This is the stuff." I took the bundle. It was heavier than I expected. It felt dens

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