《Divorced, Now Mated To His Billionaire Uncle 》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

SamanthaI blinked at him, completely thrown by what he had just said.For a moment, all I could do was stare.I had asked Zephyr countless times to tell me when his rut cycle was getting close. Every single time, he brushed it off with the same infuriating response.“Don’t think about that.”And now that it was actually happening, he had hidden it from me again.“Why didn’t you tell me?” I demanded.I immediately pulled out my phone and unlocked it. “I’ll call Mr. White and ask for a few days off. How long do you think you’ll need? A week? Maybe longer?”My thoughts were already racing ahead.Filming was almost finished. Most of my scenes were done, and the remaining schedule wasn’t nearly as demanding as before. A lot of the upcoming scenes didn’t even involve me.If I talked to Matthew, he would probably be willing to rearrange things and focus on the other actors’ scenes first.I hated the idea.The production had already adjusted around me more times than I was comfortable with.

Samantha After Zephyr and I finally agreed that we were done putting our future on hold, he stopped arguing whenever I insisted on staying with him during his upcoming rut.In the past, he always isolated himself whenever it happened. The Lloyd estate was rarely quiet, and with family members constantly coming and going, privacy was almost impossible to find. Because of that, he usually disappeared to a private villa hidden between the mountains and the forest, far away from the pack, where nobody could see him in such a vulnerable state.For years, he had endured every rut there alone.This time was different.This time, I was going with him.“Auntie Samantha, where are you going?”I looked up from zipping my suitcase and found Ashley staring at the bags near the front door with obvious curiosity.Beside her, Layla already looked like she was trying not to laugh.“We’re just going on a little trip,” I said, crouching down until we were eye level. “We’ve both been working a lot latel

Third POV Samantha couldn’t breathe as Zephyr kissed her deeply, like her lips were the only thing that could ease the burning hunger inside him. Maybe it really did soothe his hunger, because just moments ago, he had looked so weak that he couldn’t even stand. But after devouring her lips, he suddenly had the strength to stand up and carry her into the bedroom without breaking their kiss. Zephyr kicked the door open with his foot, not bothering to be gentle or worrying about whether he’d damage the hinges. The only thing filling his mind at that moment was the need to consume Samantha and make her cry out his name in bed. Samantha clung to him, her heart pounding as his lips moved from hers to her jaw, then down to her neck, where he inhaled deeply, like her scent alone could keep him alive. He laid her down on the bed carefully, but his body trembled above her. She could tell he was fighting the primal instinct clawing its way out of him. "Zephyr," Samantha whispered, brushin

Samantha Zephyr laughed quietly as he pulled open the microwave door.“Yes, ma’am. The same meal you’ve tried to reheat three separate times without ever actually pressing the start button.”I groaned and dropped my head dramatically.“Okay, when you say it out loud, it sounds ridiculous.”“It sounds ridiculous because it is ridiculous.”Unfortunately, he had a point.Every time I walked into the kitchen fully intending to warm up our food, something happened. More specifically, Zephyr happened.One minute I would be standing in front of the microwave, and the next, he would have an arm around my waist, pulling me against him and distracting me so thoroughly that food became the last thing either of us remembered.As a result, most of our meals over the past week had involved grabbing whatever we could find in the refrigerator whenever we finally realized we were hungry.A laugh escaped me.“At least we didn’t burn the villa down.”“That was a very real possibility,” Zephyr replied.

Samantha As we crossed the grounds of the Nocturnal Order headquarters, I found myself thinking about something I hadn’t expected. Years ago, when I was trying to escape Rowan, this place could have been an option. The Order maintained a refuge for supernatural beings with nowhere else to go. People who needed protection. People who needed a safe place to disappear while they got back on their feet. Back then, I could have come here. The thought lingered for only a moment before I pushed it away. It wouldn’t have changed anything. Rowan would have found me eventually. The refuge was designed to protect vulnerable people, but Rowan had possessed too much influence, too many connections, and far too many resources. He would have known where to look. Staying here might have bought me a little time, but it never would have stopped him. “This is where we’re currently housing the children.” Franca Donovan’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. I lifted my head and follow