All Chapters of His Contract Luna Says Goodbye : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

ELLARIA. By the time the vows were done I was fully and formally named Luna of the Eastern Sector in front of several hundred people.I sat with that through the entire reception.The hall had transformed from ceremony to celebration the way that only significant amounts of money and staff could manage. Food on every table. Drinks appearing in glasses that kept emptying. The dance floor packed from the first song and the music loud enough that you felt it in your chest before your ears caught up.Arren and I sat at the center of all of it.Guest after guest came to offer congratulations. Alpha families and council members and people whose names I tried to hold onto and lost immediately. I smiled and said the right things and let Arren handle the political dimensions of each conversation because he knew these people and I didn't and we both understood that without having to say it.His hand was in mine the entire time.He kept me close. Not as a performance. Just consistently. His bod

TEN YEARS AGOELLARIA. Arren stood over me completely bare, and for a long moment I could only stare.I had never seen a man like this. The sight of him made my pulse race and my mouth go dry at the same time.He must have read something in my expression because he didn’t climb onto the bed right away. He stayed standing, giving me time, and when he finally spoke his voice was quieter than before.“We can still stop,” he said. “Nothing has to happen that you don’t want.”I shook my head. The movement felt unsteady. “I don’t want to stop.”He studied me for another second, then nodded once and moved onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he settled between my thighs. His hands came to rest on either side of my head, bracing himself above me without pressing down. The heat of his body radiated against my bare skin. I could feel the hard length of him resting against my inner thigh, and the simple contact made my breath catch.“Look at me,” he said.I did.His grey-blue e

ELLARIAOur wedding celebrations lasted seven full days.I learned that later from the staff. At the time it simply felt endless—a blur of music and formal dinners and the constant low roar of people who wanted to see the new king and his luna together. Every evening there was another feast or another ball. Every afternoon another procession through the palace grounds so the sector could catch a glimpse of us. Arren kept me close through all of it. His hand at the small of my back, his voice low against my ear when the noise got too thick, the steady presence of him turning what should have been overwhelming into something almost manageable.And then there were the nights.Those were different.The moment the doors of the royal chambers closed behind us the public version of us fell away. Arren became the man who had taken such careful time with me on our wedding night. He touched me like he had all the hours in the world. He learned the sounds I made and the places that made my breat

ELLARIA.Four years into the marriage, and I had seen it coming.I still wasn’t prepared for how much of my heart I had given to Arren Pierce without getting a part of his back.He was easy to love. That was the problem. He was kind to me. Gentle with me. Formal most of the time, yes, but never cruel and never truly cold. He held my hand sometimes—both in public when the role required it and in private when there was no audience to impress. Every three or four months, if we managed a quiet dinner, he would talk about his day in that low, measured way of his, offering small pieces of the weight he carried as if testing whether I could hold them. He had moved us out of the royal wing and into one of the larger packhouses on the edge of the grounds. I had never asked why. Something about the shift made the arrangement feel smaller, more contained, almost intimate. Two people sharing a large, quiet building instead of performing inside a palace that never slept. With the way he showed me,

ELLARIA.“Yes,” I said.Arren didn’t make me wait.He kissed me once more—deep and claiming—while he reached between us and guided himself to where I was still slick and open from his mouth. The blunt head of him pressed against me, and even after three orgasms my body tensed at the size of him. He felt it. He always did. His free hand stroked once along my thigh, steadying, and then he pushed in with that same controlled patience he used when he wanted me to feel every inch.The stretch pulled a broken sound from my throat.“Breathe,” he murmured against my mouth. “That’s it. Let me in.”I did. He sank deeper in slow increments, filling me with a thoroughness that made my back arch and my hands fist in the sheets. When he finally seated himself completely he held still, forehead resting against mine, giving my body time to adjust around him. I could feel the tension in his arms, the careful restraint it cost him not to move yet.“You take me so well,” he said, voice rough. “Every tim