บททั้งหมดของ The Luna That Survived : บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Scott's Point of View For one heartbeat, I just stare at Bianca. Fear washes over her face, replacing every trace of the warmth that had been there only seconds ago. I move immediately. I carefully lift her off my lap and onto the bed before swinging my legs over the side. "We need to move." I grab the first pair of pants I can find and pull them on before reaching for a shirt. "Scott..." Her voice shakes. I look over my shoulder. She's already climbing out of bed, her breathing uneven. "Ethan." Her eyes are wide with panic. "Ethan." "I know." "I have to get to him." She rushes towards me before I can finish buttoning my shirt. "I have to get my baby." She says, grabbing my arm. "Scott, please." I cup her face. "Listen to me." She shakes her head. "No. I need to..." "Bianca." My voice is firm enough that she finally looks at me. "He is with Emma." She swallows. "I know..." "Emma will already be moving him." "But..." "She has Aiden too. They'll be taking

Scott's Point of View The moment we disappear through the tree line, the sounds of the pack fade behind us. Only the pounding of boots against the forest floor remains. Asher keeps pace next to me without saying a word. Around us, warriors weave through the trees, each one heading towards their assigned positions. The mind-link hums constantly. Movement on the north side. Nothing at the western ridge. Two rogues spotted near the eastern creek. I keep running. "How many have you got on the north border?" Asher asks between breaths. "Three patrols."I answer without looking at him. "And the south?" "Four." I say, glancing at him and he nods his head. "Good." We break through the last line of trees and arrive at the northern border. Marcus is already there, surrendered by pack warriors but no one moves and I frown. "What's going on? Why is everyone just standing here?"I ask and Marcus glances at me before looking back towards the trees again. "There." He says quiet

Bianca's Point of ViewThere is suddenly a knock on the door and Marcus quickly it before he takes a tray from, Lucy, an omega working in the kitchen. "Thank you very much for bringing us some coffee, Luce, I know it's late." He says and she shakes her head with a small smile. "Of course, don't even worry about it. You risked your lives again to save the pack tonight. The least I can do is bring you some coffee." She says and he smile at her again. "Still. Thank you. Now, head home. I'll bring this back to the kitchen myself." He says and she quickly nods before saying goodbye and leaving. Marcus closes the door, and places the tray on Scott’s desk. Without even asking Scott begins to pour milk and sugar into a mug and he brings it over to me. I smile at him as I take it. "Thank you." I say and he nods his head, giving me a small smile before going back to his desk. Scott and Marcus begin grabbing files and it isn't long before there is another knock on the door. "Come i

Bianca's Point of View The meeting ends in heavy silence. No one seems eager to move. The photographs remain spread across Scott's desk, the old family crest staring back at me like a ghost from a life I desperately wish I could forget. Scott gathers the papers together while Marcus and Asher quietly discuss patrol rotations for the night. Sienna gives my hand one last reassuring squeeze before she stands "We'll see you tomorrow." She says. I manage a small smile and I nod my head. "Yeah. See you tomorrow. " I say and she hugs me tightly. "Try to get some sleep."She says, pulling away from me and I nod my head again. "I'll try."I say. "You ready to go?"Asher asks, and Sienna looks at him and she slowly nods her head. She looks back at me, and squeezes my hand gently one last time before she takes Asher's hand and she lets him pull her up. Asher nods toward Scott. "We'll talk more tomorrow." He says and Scott nods his head. "Good night, and thank you for tonight."

Scott's Point of View I deepen the kiss, both of my hands sliding down to her waist. She grinds against me, and a groan escapes my throat before I can stop it. “Fuck Bianca.” I whisper against her lips. I feel her smile against my mouth, but she doesn't answer me, not with words anyway. She just kisses me again, slower this time. Her hands begin to roam over my stomach, and a shudder runs through me. Her fingers slide all the way up to my chest, and over my shoulders, until they find their way into my hair. She tugs lightly, and the sensation rips the last thread of control that I have been holding onto. I pull my mouth from hers and I trail my lips along her jaw before I kiss down the curve of her neck. Her skin is warm under my mouth, sparks tingling along my lips every time it comes in contact with her skin. Bianca lets out a deep throaty moan as she throws her head back, and the sound burns itself into my memory. My hands move down to the hem of her dress and I pull