All Chapters of Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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051: wolvesbane Extract

Dom She adjusted her lab coat and looked at the brown bundle I had placed on her workbench. "So," she said, her voice turning sharp and professional, "you didn't just come to see if I was still breathing. What is this, Dom?" "I need you to run a full analysis," I said. I leaned against the edge of a steel table. "It’s a tea. That's what it's supposed to be, though." She leaned over the bundle. She didn't open it yet. She just took a deep, careful sniff of the air around the cloth. Her nose wrinkled instantly. "Hmm," she hummed, her eyes narrowing behind her safety glasses. "It smells like Vantige. Heavily concentrated. I can smell the metallic bite from here." She was that sharp girl. "I know it has Vantige in it," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "But there's more. At least that's what I feel like," I said, purposely omitting the fact that this tea bleaches clothes. I wanted her to make those findings herself, or at least confirm my own internal knowledge. Lyra looked a

052: The secret debt

Diane.The moon was a thin, silver hook in the sky. It cast long, cold shadows across my private study. I sat at my desk, the heavy wood feeling like a weight against my arms. In front of me was a blank piece of paper. On it was supposed to be my speech for the Pack Birthday.I picked up my pen. I put it down. I picked it up again. My hand was shaking. Not the kind of shaking you get when you’re cold. It was a deep, internal tremor. It felt like my brain was a radio that couldn't find the right station. All I could hear was static.I can’t do this, I thought. The tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. In a few days, I was going to stand in front of five hundred people, aired pack-wide.And all I could think of was the fact that I could snap at any moment, scream at a child or a Council member, and everyone would finally know I’m broken. Everything would just go sour.I reached for the porcelain cup sitting on the edge of my desk. The tea was still warm. I needed it."It’s late, Lun

053: Architect of the fog

Julian I sat in my private study, the leather of my chair cool against my back. I was looking at a file on my desk, but my mind was on the birthday. The Pack Birthday. The day the world would see the Luna of the Delta-pack again.Or, more accurately, the day they would see why I am the one who truly leads.I smiled.A soft knock came at the door."Come in, Freda," I said. I didn't need to look up. I knew her scent. It was a scent of fear and submission.The door creaked open. Freda stepped inside. She stood in the center of the rug, her hands clasped in front of her. She was looking at her shoes. She always looked at her shoes when she was in this room."You sent for me, Alpha?" she whispered. Her voice almost lost in the quiet.I closed the file slowly. I stood up and walked to the window. The grounds were beautiful this evening."The big day is coming, Freda. In just a few days, the whole Pack will gather. They want to see my wife. The Luna. They want to hear her voice. It’s been a

054: The cup of Life

DomThe hallway outside the Luna’s suite felt like a tunnel made of ice. I stood by the heavy oak doors, my back against the cold stone wall. My earpiece was buzzing with the sounds of the pack gathering in the courtyard. I could hear the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the high-pitched excitement from the big hall. Everyone was waiting, waiting to see the Luna. Hear the Luna speak.But inside this house, a murder was being prepared. Shame was brewing.I checked my inner jacket pocket. The small silver flask was there. It was filled with the tea Lyra had made—a clean, herbal blend that looked exactly like the brown "poison" the Luna was addicted to. It smelled the same, but it was empty of the poison. It was just water and leaves. It was life. It was something that would help keep her sane for as long as this party lasted. It was like a temporary antidote to every wolfsbane extract that may be lingering in her blood.Click-clack. Click-clack.I heard the sound approaching.I st

055: The Queen's fire

Diane.The heavy gold curtains parted. The roar of the Delta-Pack hit me like a physical wall of heat. Thousands of faces looked up at the balcony, all eyes fixed directly on me.The lights were blinding, reflecting off the silver and glass of the palace. Julian’s hand was a tight, possessive grip on my elbow. He was leading me, guiding me like I was a blind woman who couldn't find her own way.I can’t do this, that thought kept chorusing in my mind over and over again.My heart was a trapped bird, frantic and wild against my ribs, beating louder than the drums of the spirit echoing in the courtyard below.I’m going to break in front of all these people?That fog is going to come and, any second now, my brain is going to turn to water, slip out of my hands, and God knows how I would act in front of the entire Pack.I reached the podium. The microphones were tall, cold, and silver. I gripped the edges of the wood. My knuckles were white from gripping so tight. The paper in front of me—

056: Mask of a predator.

Julian. The door to the Alpha’s private office didn’t just close; it slammed with a violence that made the nearby portraits of Diane's stupid ancestors shudder on the walls. Inside, the stupid play of a "perfect husband" was gone. The "gracious leader" had evaporated. There was only a beast in a thousand-dollar suit, and he was losing his mind. I swept my arm across the wooden soft surface of the desk. The heavy crystal inkwell, the silver letter opener, and the framed photograph of Diane and me on our wedding day went flying. The glass shattered against the marble floor. The sound was a sharp, jagged crack that echoed in the high ceiling. "How?" I hissed, my breath coming in ragged, hot bursts. I gripped the edge of the desk so hard the wood groaned. "How is she standing? How is she speaking? How the fuck was she there, sane and fucking alright?" I looked at the empty space where the photo had been. Diane’s face in that picture was young, soft, and easy to manage. But the woman

057: Ghost in the land.

Diane The grand celebration was finally bleeding out. The heavy, rhythmic thumping of the music had faded into a low, melodic hum, and the once-crowded ballroom now felt like a cavern of discarded silk and empty champagne flutes. Most of the high-ranking dignitaries had already retreated to their private quarters or been driven to the guest wing. I walked down the wide, white marble steps of the palace entrance, the cool night air of the Delta biting at my bare shoulders. My gold dress felt heavy now—a beautiful, shimmering cage. Beside me, walking with the slow, rhythmic thud of a silver-topped cane, was Uncle Anthor. "A triumph, Diane," Anthor murmured, his voice thick with the gravel of age. "Your father would have wept to hear you tonight. You had his fire. For a moment, I thought I was looking at a ghost." I smiled, though it felt fragile. "Thank you, Uncle. It’s been… a long road back to the podium." We reached his sleek black car. His driver stood at attention, but Anthor

058: Under the stars

Diane I reached out, taking the pouch from him. The velvet pouch felt heavy in my palm. It was cool, a strange contrast to the heat of my skin. I looked up at Dom, my vision blurring again. The tears weren't sharp anymore. They were soft. They were tired. "Thank you," I whispered. My voice sounded small against the vastness of the garden. "You didn't have to do this, Dom. Not tonight. Not after everything." Dom didn't move. He just stood there. "It is the early hours of your birthday, Diane," he said. "The day is new. You shouldn't be crying. It brings ill luck." I wiped a stray tear with the back of my hand, feeling the grit of my mascara. I looked toward the dark silhouette of the palace. "The guests? The halls? How's everything?" "The halls are clear," Dom said. His tone was certain. "Most guests have reported safe arrival. The perimeter is secure. Guards are on standby.” I looked back at the pouch. My fingers trembled as I pulled the silk drawstring. I reached inside and p

059: Just for tonight

DomThe garden was a memory. The cool air was gone. Now, there was only the sound of our breathing and the frantic pulse in my own throat. I was being led down the lonely passage of this place. By Diane. Her small, pale, tiny fingers surprisingly strong and wrapped around mine.I was a man built for war, a man who could snap a spine with a flick of my wrist, but right now, she was pulling me like a mother holding a child to cross a busy road. And I followed. No objections.We moved through the dark, lonely stone passages of the palace. Every shadow felt like an accomplice. We didn't speak. The only sound was the rustle of her heavy royal gown against the floor. Swish. Swish. It sounded like a countdown.We reached the private hallway. My room was there—a plain, heavy door at the end of the corridor. But before mine was hers, her own private suite. She passed it. And I followed still.She led me until we were in front of my door. She stopped, not letting go of my hand. She turned to me

060: Fuck me. HARD.

DomShe obeyed. She climbed onto the plain, grey sheets, her eyes never leaving mine.I didn't take my eyes off her as I stripped. I threw my shirt into the corner. I kicked off my boots. When I was as bare as she was, I moved toward the bed. I felt like a predator stalking a prize I had waited a lifetime to claim.I towered over her, the moonlight from the small grate in the wall casting long shadows over us. I crawled over her, pinning her wrists to the pillow."You have no idea," I growled, looking down at her. "No idea how long I’ve wanted to break every rule for this."I bent down and kissed her again, but this time, I didn't stop at her mouth. I started to worship her. I moved my lips to her jaw, then down to her throat. I felt her pulse racing."Dom... please..." she whimpered, her back arching off the bed.I moved lower. I reached her chest. I took my time. I trailed my tongue over the swell of her breasts before focusing on one nipple. I took it into my mouth, sucking softly,

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