All Chapters of THEIR UNMATED WARRIOR LUNA : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Kaelen's POV “What are you…”Riven’s eyes were focused on me. His obsidian brown eyes danced beautifully under the moon’s light. “This is my private time,” I said, trying to ignore the circles he made on my arm.“In our spring?”I glanced at Cassien, eyes widened. “This is your… I’m sorry, I didn't mean to-”I tried to leave but Riven’s grip tightened on my arm. “You can stay,” he said.“But you two are-”“We are mates. It's not improper to be in a spring together, is it?” Riven said.“I don't want to interrupt anything,” I said, my eyes moving back and forth at both men.“You aren't interrupting a thing,” Cassien said. His hand came on the back of my waist.I swallowed, forcing my eyes back to Riven. “Especially seeing how…” his e

Kaelen's POV “What do you mean by that?” I asked.“You know… being so stuck up with ego you forget every one,” Eric shrugged.“Do not speak to her like that,” Asher scolded.“I misspoke. I apologize,” Eric said.The elevator dinged, sliding open. The look on Asher's eyes was completely different once stepped out of the elevator. It burned with a kind of rage I couldn't tell who or what it was directed to.Eric grabbed a file from a lady handing it over to Asher. “I was able to send the new equipment to the lab in due time and tests have been running smoothly,” Eric explained as Asher flipped through the file.“And the things I sent for testing?” Asher asked, handing the documents back.“We will get results in a couple of days,” Eric said.They paused walk

Kaelen’s POVAsher's lips was anything but gentle. His hold on me was gentle. Yet his… goddess… his lips ravaged every single inch of my lips. His tongue explored my mouth, teasing and dancing with my tongue.I moaned into his mouth, my fingers digging through his hair. He lifted me off the ground, and a few papers went flying to the ground before he placed me gently on the table. All the while his lips never left mine. It felt like he had wanted this all along. Craved it for so long and now that he had it, he lost every ounce of control he had. His fingers dug into my hair, pulling me even closer.I could barely breathe, but I didn't mind. He tasted better than I expected. We pulled away trying to catch our breath. For a moment, all we did was stare at each other.“That was…” I couldn't find the words to finish.“You taste…” His lips found my neck. He nibbled on the skin. I tipped my head back, eyes shuttering close to the sweet sensation. “Goddess, you don't know how long I've wai

Kaelen’s POVA couple of days later and I still could not get a hold of any of The Four. They were avoiding me, that much was evident, which only meant I had to figure out something. Sterling kept postponing the meeting, which delayed my plan.“Is he here?” I asked Hazel.She nodded with a hum. I should have waited for him but I had already waited days, I wasn’t doing that anymore. I walked out of my room, half racing. “Where?” I asked.“Training ground,” she said.“I’ll meet him alone,” I told her and Eric who silently followed.I got to the training ground and found Sterling speaking with Lenal. He had a troubled expression, as he spoke. I couldn’t hear what they were saying. It almost seemed like they were whispering.Sterling glanced down at the wooden box he held, his frown worsening. I walked over. “What’s the matter?” I asked.Both men turned in my direction. Sterling glanced at Lenal before a maid came over and guided him into the building. He didn’t bother looking at me again

Kaelen’s POVEight years old…“I don’t want that, Father.” My face scrunched up in disgust. It was my second rejection in an hour yet my father retained his smile.“Alright, baby. I’ll get you something else.”We were at the camping grounds. There was no way he would get any of the lavish meals I was used to but he didn’t stop trying. At the fifth go, he watched me intently.“Do you like it, baby?”I took a sip hesitantly then beamed with a bright smile. “I do.”“If you don’t like it, you can tell me. I can get you something else.”I stared at his exhaustion streaked face. Father did the work himself. He refused anyone from helping him get my meals and even after being picky, he didn’t scold me.—---------Twelve Years Old&