《Luna Redemption》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

TRACYIt had been two days since the fiasco.But my head still throbbed like hell, reminding of the poison still fighting its way through my bloodstream. The heavy antidotes Dr. Evans pumped into me left my limbs feeling like lead, but my goal remained fixed: secure my position before the board signed it away. Propped up by three pillows, I adjusted the laptop on my knees."Tracy," Sean’s voice rumbled from the doorway. He stood there, jaw tight, arms crossed over his chest. "Evans said no work. You're recovering from a lethal toxin.""I'm working," I replied, my voice raspy. I didn't look up from the virtual board meeting interface.Sean crossed the room, his footsteps silent on the expensive rug. He placed a hand on the laptop lid. "Close it.""If I close this, I lose my company," I snapped, meeting his gaze. "Clara is downstairs right now, feeding the investors bullshit about my failing health. If she gets the board to vote, the AI project goes to her. I am not letting that happen.

SEANSprinting past terrified nurses, panic squeezed my lungs into tight, useless knots. *Alpha, it's Tracy.* Evans’s voice echoed in my skull. Keeping her breathing was my only goal tonight, and leaving that trauma bay felt like the biggest mistake of my life.Slamming my shoulder into the heavy double doors, the room burst open.The harsh fluorescent lights blinded me for a fraction of a second. The smell of industrial bleach and sterile alcohol burned my nose."Sean."The voice was barely a rasp, weak and dry.Stopping dead in my tracks, my heavy boots squeaked loudly against the linoleum. The steady, rhythmic beep of the heart monitor filled the quiet space. Tracy sat propped against three pillows. Her skin lacked its usual warmth, pale and heavily bruised along her jawline, but her eyes were open. They focused directly on me."You're awake." Air rushed violently back into my lungs."I'm awake." She offered a tiny, exhausted smile. "Stop looking like you just watched a ghost walk

AUTHOR'S POV"Tracy." Her name came out rough, wrecked. His forehead pressed against hers, breath coming in ragged pulls. "I need you. right now I need you so bad.""Then have me."His hands found the hem of her blouse. The fabric tore. It actually tore, the thin silk ripping apart as he pulled it over her head. The buttons scattered across the ruined carpet, pinging against broken glass. He didn't stop. His mouth dropped to her throat, teeth grazing the pulse point, tongue soothings the sting.Her fingers worked his belt, the button of his slacks, the zipper. Metal rasped against denim as she pushed the wet fabric down his hips, and his cock sprang free, heavy and hard, the head already slick with precum. The sight of it made her mouth water."Look at me," he said, his voice commanding.Her eyes met his."Say it.""I want you to fuck me, Sean." She didn't hesitate. "I want to feel you so deep I forget my own name."His hand found the waistband of her pants. He shoved them down, along

TRACYIce water dripped steadily from my eyelashes, freezing the hot blood in my veins.Surviving this packhouse without starting a war remained my only goal today, but the older maid made it damn near impossible. She stood across the long mahogany dining table, her chest heaving. The heavy glass pitcher dangled loosely from her wrinkled hand. Puddles of freezing water soaked through my gray sweater, chilling my bruised skin down to the absolute bone."You don't belong here," the maid spat.Heavy, rapid footsteps echoed from the main hallway.The dining room doors blasted open. Sean stepped over the threshold, freezing dead in his tracks. He wore a crisp white dress shirt and dark slacks, a leather folder gripped in his left hand. His silver eyes swept the room. He saw the puddles on the hardwood. He saw my soaking wet hair. He saw the empty pitcher in the maid’s hand.The leather folder dropped to the floor with a heavy thud.A terrifying, suffocating pressure instantly sucked all th

SEANThe heavy leather binder hit the mahogany desk with a loud, hollow smack.The sweltering heat bled through the reinforced glass of my office windows, making the air thick and sticky. To add to my stress, elder Silas stood across the desk, tapping his wrinkled fingers against the dark leather cover. Elder Thorne stood right beside him, adjusting his tweed vest with stiff, nervous movements."Open it." Silas pushed the binder closer to my keyboard.Leaning back in my chair, I crossed my arms over my chest. I didn't glance at the book. "I told you yesterday, Silas. I do not have the patience for your games this week.""This is not a game, Alpha." Thorne frowned, planting his hands on his hips. "The Blood Moon Summit is in three days. Every major pack leader in the state will attend. You cannot walk into that summit alone. You need to present a united front, and that requires a Luna.""I have someone""You have a sick human." Silas sneered, his nose wrinkling in disgust. "She is retu