All Chapters of Go Away, Never Your Luna!: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

“Go back to the mall,” Orson ordered, his voice ringing through the ears of the guard who stood in front of them. “Make sure you rescue everyone still hiding from the flames of the mall.”The guard nodded, scurrying as his heavy footsteps retreated on the marble floor.He remained there, slowly pacing around with his fingers stroking his chin. Freya was still jerky and startled, and he decided to comfort her by staying there.His eyes were fixed on her as she stared blankly into the wall, lost in her own world. Elena and Rosa had left, and suddenly, it felt like she was all alone again.Her fears were understandable, and so was the shock of what would have happened if she’d proceeded to the shopping mall.Not only would her gown have caught fire, but also he wouldn’t have seen her again. And that would have left him estranged for the rest of his life.Orson walked towards her, his slick fingers tugging at her arm. She was engrossed in her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed him until she

The next morning, Freya woke up, fluttering her eyes quietly. She found herself basked in Orson’s arms, inhaling his refreshing scent that lingered on her body.A smile crept on her lips. Bliss. Pure bliss and ecstasy were all they’d found and enjoyed in each other’s arms the previous night.When she tried to pull away, she felt his grip on her tighten. Freya formed another smile, shyness tugging at her heart.She allowed her body to be fully relaxed in his warmth, feeling the soothing feeling that coursed through her veins.All she wanted was to remain in that position forever. She wanted nothing more than to be in his arms all through the day and even more.Hours dragged by, and Orson suggested that they went to the beach. Dressed in her beach wear which was a backless, flowing gown, Freya looked extra stunning.The beautiful sight of her left Orson’s jaw dropping, and he found it difficult to take his eyes off.At the beach, they played like kids and lovebirds while their feet ran i

“Can I help you?”Orson was the first to turn around at the sound of the unfamiliar voice. He arched his brows, feeling the shaky fingers tugging at his arm.A muscular man stood in front of them. He was dressed in a white armless shirt and black shorts and had disheveled hair. His beard was scanty, and his lips were full.A scar was above his left eye, hiding behind his bushy eyebrows. His cologne filled the air and wafted through their noses, rich and inviting.“Y-yes,” he didn’t mean to stutter, but Orson had been startled by the hoarse voice behind them. “We’re kind of lost.”“Lost?” His eyes darted between them, trying to consider if their words were the truth. “How?”Freya was literally shaking like a leaf in winter. What if he was part of the people after them? The worst part was there wasn’t any place to run to.Everyone seemed to be busy with their lives. Even the guard who’d promised to get them to safety had left before they’d woken up.She tried to communicate with Orson us

“You’re sure this is the island?”Elena asked, staring around the beautiful yet scanty area. Ryan was the first to get out of the boat, then Rosa followed.Elena was the last to get down.“Well, this clearly looks like an island,” Ryan said. “And it’s the same route we were asked to follow.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I’ve got this gut feeling that they’re here.”Rosa uttered, padding towards no place in particular. Her legs walked briskly, eyes staring around for anything familiar.In her hands was the photograph of the people they were searching for. And she kept showing it around to whoever walked by her.“I’ve seen them,” a guy on the island said after she’d shown him the photo. “Three days ago.”“Three days ago?” Elena rushed to ask, her eyebrows arching in curiosity. “Really? Then where are they now? How can we see them?”Her questions were overstimulating him, but he managed to juggle everything. His fingers stroked his cheek, and he tilted his head backward li

She kept staring, her hands shaking in the air. Orson raked his eyes through her figure, wondering what was happening.And what was she about to do?Why did she want to do it?Amid the coldness of the room, her forehead was covered in beads of sweat that were dripping down.He arched his brows, not blinking for even a second.“You’re awake,” her voice quipped, sounding cheerful. “Alpha, you’re finally awake.”There was something off about her. It was the way she forced her lips to part into a smile. Her jerky fingers and her quivering lips.Something wasn’t right.His worry lines deepened, and his instinct began to kick in. Freya…Orson pushed his gaze through the nurse’s figure blocking the view of Freya’s bed. He kept his eyes keenly focused, trying to get any glimpse of something unusual.Freya’s body lay on the bed, sleeping peacefully. Both hands were placed on her stomach, and he could see her chest heaving slowly.That relaxed his mind. Then he drifted his attention back to the