All Chapters of THE HUMAN LUNA SOLD TO THE SUPREME ALPHA: Chapter 151 - Chapter 157

POV: AIRYS “How did you…” I murmured, biting the inside of my cheek to contain the nervousness consuming me. “You still haven’t learned to control your scent.” His eyes were locked on mine, dark, narrowed, intense. His breathing was heavy, his body far too hot, his forehead damp. He didn’t look well. “But the necklace…” I touched the pendant on my neck with my free hand, still trying to understand. “It was supposed to camouflage my scent…” “But not the scent of your emotions.” He smiled at the corner of his mouth, predatory and certain of victory. His face drew closer once again. His lips were inches from mine, and I could feel the heat of his breath mingling with my own. My entire body begged to flee or surrender, but my mind was at war. I couldn’t give in. Not

POV: AIRYSWith great effort, we managed to get away from the hall and head toward the forest. I caught a glimpse of Stephan getting up, injured but steady, grabbing two wolves that were coming after us and buying us time to escape. Chaos was spreading everywhere—guests in panic, screams, roars, bodies transforming in mid-air, running, fighting. The sky completely broke open.Lightning tore through the dark sky, and the heavy rain poured down fiercely, mixed with a fine snow that had begun to form. The cold burned my skin, but I barely felt it; adrenaline had taken over.We hid behind a large tree, among moss-covered rocks. Daimon leaned against the trunk, panting, struggling to stay on his feet. I adjusted his body there, holding him steady, and crouched beside him.“Stay quiet,” I whispered, breathing fast, and started scraping moss from the surrounding area with my bare hands. My fingers trembled, but I kept going. I carefully applied it over his open wound, the hot blood running b

POV: AIRYSDaimon gripped my hips tightly, his fingers marking my skin through the thin fabric. He took a step forward, pressing me against the wood once more, resting his forehead against mine. His breathing was ragged, hot, and heavy with tension in his muscles. “I missed you, little one.” His voice came out low and deep, almost a hoarse whisper—so intense and sincere. I closed my eyes on instinct, my body reacting before I could even think. A violent shiver raced down my spine, pulling an involuntary tremor from me. Because I had missed him too. I had felt every damn second away from him burning on my skin, throbbing inside me. I bit my lower lip so hard that the metallic taste of blood mixed with the salty tear that slipped from the corner of my eye. Furthermore, I sighed, gasping, when he firmly took my chin and eased the knot in my throat with a gentle tug downward. His thumb traced my mouth slowly, and he grow