Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE LUNA HE NEVER WANTED: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

~Vixen~The car finally came to a stop, prompting me to stare outside the window.The Hunt.What an interesting name for a restaurant.This was Salvatore's supposed favourite place to dine.Tonight was the night I'd redeem my promise to Sav. I had promised him dinner and I always kept my word.The car door opened, Sav bringing out his palm.I took it without hesitation, my black heels hitting the granite floor.His black leather jacket looked like something that would look odd in this sort of restaurant, but surprisingly it fit like a second sleeve over the charcoal turtleneck, beneath the sharp tailoring of his trousers and polished boots.He managed to transform the rugged piece into something undeniably aristocratic.I inhaled deeply, the cold air filling my nostrils.I couldn't remember the last time I came out to just be myself.I was either working or avoiding Vaelor.At least this night would be different.“Are you ready?” Salvatore asked.I nodded.He placed my hand in the cro

~Vixen~Vaelor paused mid speech, sniffing the air around me.What was he doing?He stepped back, his head tilting as realization dawned on him.What was he realizing?His expression flitted from shock to pain then to… fear?Wait.My scent.I didn't hide my scent.I didn't bother using the chemical perfume because it was just a night out with Sav, and he already knew about the pup.But Vaelor didn't.And I was left bare, vulnerable.The sweetened smell ought to be more concentrated as the pregnancy proceeded.There was a high chance Vaelor had already perceived the scent.I took a subtle step backward, hoping, no praying, that he was too angry to notice the change.Vaelor should never find out. Vaelor must never–“Is it his or mine?” He demanded, his tone filled with anticipation as his gaze was fixed on mine.He knew.He has figured it out.Vaelor knew about the pregnancy.No. No. No.How could I be this careless?I can never return back to Blackthorn. My pup has to be shielded from

~Vixen~Something didn't add up.Something was surely off.There was a pattern in the Winterwood market sector that everyone seemed to overlook.There were dozens of separate companies with bland, forgettable names invading the market. Their influx into Winterwood was odd.Suddenly each of these ‘new’ companies were acquiring other companies, buying up buildings, taking over the shipping port, acquiring media shares, purchasing warehouse chains and even funding construction contracts.To the normal eyes, these were independent companies, just running normal business but in my eyes, I could see a person pulling an invisible string behind them.Someone wanted to be in charge of Winterwood, using the market activities which were the backbone of Winterwood.If not handled now, all the supply chains will be controlled by this anonymous individual. The entire sector would be trapped.The pack's infrastructure, security contracts, transport system and even gala sponsors will be controlled by

~Vixen~When you put out a fire, another one starts.That was the life involved in running a company.There was literally something that always needed your attention.And recently, our enemies decided to move their chess piece.“Lady Vixen,” Annie ran into my office. “Noblepath is at it again.”I was tired of hearing that name already. It wasn't up to twenty four hours yet but it felt like all I ever heard was Noblepath.I should ban their name from being said in this company.“What have they done now?”“Nanim Electronics gave us the contract of moving electronics to use our trucking line and port slot but Noblepath has approached them, offering 15% lower rate and faster border clearance.”A whole fifteen percent?It was clear they were not doing this for profit, they were keen on stealing our clients.“What does Nanim Electronics say? Are they requesting cancellation of the contract?”Annie shook her head. “Not yet. They called to inform us, requesting for a discount, otherwise they

~Salvatore~“Are you sure you should be here?” I asked Vixen, taking her duffel bag from the car.There was a banner right outside the Pack's public gym.Welcome To The Annual Boxing Charity“I got an invite, of course I'll be here.” Vixen replied, attempting to take the duffel bag from me.I resisted. “But you're–” I leaned in, lowering my voice. “You're pregnant.”“This is to help at-risk kids, to take them off the street. I can take a few punches for that.”My eyes went wide. “Vixen!”She chuckled, the sound softer than the lilies she smelt like. “I'm just joking. I'll avoid any match pairing and just donate directly.”We entered the gym, Vixen tying her hair up in a ponytail.I guess I would've to endure another round of men ogling her beauty.The scent of sweat, leather and metal filled the air.The gym was packed with the Winterwood's elite and wealthy.I gave our Duffle bag to an attendant, taking Vixen to her seat. “I can't believe you actually came to a pack event willingly.”