Todos los capítulos de Luna Redemption: Capítulo 151 - Capítulo 158

TRACYZipping the dark leather duffel bag took a solid tug. Silver-plated combat knives lay hidden beneath a layer of crisp dress shirts, a charcoal suit, and the comfortable black Nike sweatpants I preferred for long flights. Securing a perimeter in a foreign country meant preparing for the worst. Chandler Gaunt was stripped of his wealth, but desperate men often made dangerous choices.Across the spacious bedroom, Tracy moved like a blur of pure energy. She hummed a low, upbeat tune, sorting thick stacks of printed code into distinct color-coded folders. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders in messy waves. A bright, genuine smile touched her lips.Watching her work sent a fierce, burning pride expanding against my ribs. Six months ago, she was dying in a sterile hospital bed. Now, she was commanding the room, vibrating with a relentless drive to change the world."Are you sure we have enough physical backups?" Tracy asked, pausing to tap a silver flash drive against her chin. "Sam

TRACY"Two minutes, Ms. Sterling."The stage manager whispered the warning, tapping a silver pen against his clipboard. Standing in the dark wings of the Geneva Convention Center, a suffocating wave of nervous energy crashed over my chest. Beyond the heavy black curtains, a low, buzzing hum echoed from the auditorium. Thousands of people were sitting out there.Taking a slow breath, I smoothed the lapels of my midnight-blue suit. My fingers trembled just a fraction."You are shaking."Sean stepped out of the shadows behind me. He didn't wear his usual packhouse combat boots. Dressed in a sharp charcoal suit, he looked like a king waiting to inspect his army."Just a little adrenaline," I murmured, offering him a tight smile. "The good kind.""They are going to love you." Reaching out, his warm hand cupped the side of my neck. His thumb brushed gently over my pulse point. The steady, grounding energy of the mate bond rushed into my veins, instantly calming the frantic rhythm of my hear

TRACY“Unzip this jacket before my ribs snap.”Turning my back to him, I lifted my dark hair out of the way and exhaled the breath I had been holding for what felt like hours.The Geneva penthouse suite smelled of fresh pine needles, expensive floor wax, and the faint trace of champagne that had been poured throughout the evening. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, freezing wind battered the building with relentless force, sending tiny flecks of snow spiraling through the night sky.Inside, everything was warm.Safe.Quiet.For the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I needed to look over my shoulder.My only goal tonight was to strip away the corporate armor I had been wearing since dawn and finally let my lungs expand.Cold metal slid slowly down my spine as Sean pulled the hidden zipper of my blouse.“You didn’t look like you were suffocating on that stage.”His rough knuckles brushed against my bare skin, sending a violent shiver down my back.“You looked like you owned

TRACY "You forgot to lock the sliding glass door, Tracy." Freezing wind rushed into the warm kitchen. Dropping my ceramic coffee mug, it shattered into a dozen sharp pieces against the hardwood floor. Hot peppermint tea splashed across my bare ankles. Rain lashed violently against the floor-to-ceiling windows of my new apartment. Midnight in the Northern Peak territory usually brought a deep, profound silence, but the winter storm outside raged with ruthless energy. Standing near the fluttering balcony curtains, Chandler Gaunt stepped out of the freezing winter shadows. He looked like a rotting corpse. Dirty, matted hair clung to his sunken cheeks. A stained, oversized wool overcoat hung loose on his starving frame. His eyes carried a frantic, feverish shine. In his right hand, he gripped a silver-plated pistol. In his left hand, he held a thick glass syringe filled with a glowing, toxic yellow liquid. Surviving this night meant stalling him long enough to press the silent panic b