Все главы THE HUMAN LUNA SOLD TO THE SUPREME ALPHA: Глава 101 - Глава 110

POV: AIRYSI tilted my head back, resting it against his firm chest, panting loudly as I looked into his predatory eyes over my shoulder. They were dark and hungry. He looked at me as if I were the ultimate prize. As if I were already his. I gave a crooked smile. I had never been touched or looked at with so much possession. With so much dirty reverence. Without giving me time to think, Daimon turned me around, lifted me as if I weighed nothing, pressed my body against his, and pinned me to the cold wall. The contrast between the icy concrete and the heat of his body was delicious torture. His hand moved up and gripped my thigh hard, spreading me open for him and pulling me closer. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, threatening, teasing. And then he kissed me. But not like before. This time it was slower. Hotter. Deeper. Hi

POV: AIRYSDaimon made it very clear what it meant to want me. His hunger for me was satisfied over and over again that early morning. Brutal. Wild. Completely his. He took me in ways I didn’t even know were possible, as if every thrust was an urgent need to prove—to me and to the world—that I was his. That nothing and no one else mattered. He made me explode so many times that my body could no longer keep up. My muscles trembled, my moans came out dragged and muffled, while exhaustion hit me hard. With every new orgasm, he seemed even more insatiable, more ferocious, and more determined to leave no doubt about our bond. When my body finally gave in completely—limp, breathless, sweaty, and surrendered—he took me in his arms with unexpected care. He cleaned me patiently, wrapped me in the soft blanket, and carried me over to the fireplace, where the warmth of the flames contrasted with the cold of the earl

POV: AIRYS“It’s the first time we don’t thirst for killing. Just… for protecting. There’s something about you, little human, that makes a beast like me crave something beyond hatred.” Daimon whispered hoarsely, his voice so close to my ear that I felt every word vibrate against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine.I closed my eyes, trembling against the hot breath that brushed my ear and made my whole body tingle. His scent… that woody, masculine, raw, and dominating aroma… wrapped around me like an addiction.“And what do you want to feel with me?” My voice came out lower than I intended, taken by that damn effect only he could cause. I opened my eyes slowly, meeting his. Intense. Wild.He tensed. I knew it. He felt it. My scent had changed. And he loved it.His lips brushed my ear. His fangs… provocative. The tip touched my skin, and I gasped, shivering.&l

POV: DAIMON“No one will touch our Luna. No one…” Fenrir declared, voracious and possessive. “They tracked her all the way here.” I smiled sideways, tasting the provocation rising in my throat. We had been expecting this. It had been written in stone since the moment they put Airys in silver cells wrapped in moss. That was never just to block her scent or keep other wolves away. It was a prison built with cold calculation.A manipulation disguised as protection. The excuse Malik and her father came up with was nothing more than a poorly assembled insult. They lied. They tried to hide what she was. But not just from her… from us.Airys had been kept away from her own essence.And there were still too many missing fragments for everything to make sense. We needed to find out what had been ripped from her. We needed to fix all of it befor

POV: AIRYS"I’ll show you what happens when someone tries to manipulate me." I shouted in warning, leaping to my feet, my eyes blazing, my chest heaving, ready to face whatever that damned creature was. But there was no time. Another force slammed into my back. A dry, brutal push accompanied by a gust of wind so icy it made me shudder and sent pain shooting through my bones. My feet faltered. The ground beneath me disappeared. The edge. The damn cliff. I tried to grab at the air, at something, anything, but there was nothing. Only the void pulling me down, the certainty of the fall driving its ice deep inside me. A scream escaped my throat as I closed my eyes, bracing for the brutal impact of death. But it never came. Instead, I felt strong, warm, rough fingers wrap tightly around my wrist. A force that yanked me away from the abyss and from deat