Все главы THE HUMAN LUNA SOLD TO THE SUPREME ALPHA: Глава 71 - Глава 80

POV: DAIMONAirys frowned, clearly suspicious. Her eyes analyzed every move I made. Her fingers slowly curled into fists. Body ready. Gaze alert. “She learns fast,” Fenrir approved with a low growl inside my mind. “You’re an interesting prey to hunt, little bunny.” I clicked my tongue, provoking her. She huffed loudly at the nickname, her face flushing with anger. “Show me what you’ve learned.” “And if I refuse?” She lifted her chin. Her smile was sharp. Defiant. “I don’t want to fight you.” “That’s not an option.” I growled and advanced immediately. She barely had time to think. I raised my leg in a fast kick aimed high, but she reacted in time, ducking and slipping out of my line of attack. Her speed surprised me. Her body slid to the side, platinum hair swinging with the move

POV: AIRYSI swallowed hard.“You’re not real.” I shrugged, walking toward the bed. In the darkness of the forest behind us, the black beast with red eyes followed my every step. Its presence was a constant shadow, a predator lying in wait.“Hmph. And how exactly should I be?” In one swift movement, Daimon grabbed my wrist and pulled me onto the bed. His gaze traveled slowly and deliberately over my body. That was when I realized that, in this dream, I was exactly as I had gone to sleep: completely naked. “It’s your dream, human. Show me what you want.”A shiver ran through my entire body. He felt so real. His touch—hot and firm. His dominant presence, almost overwhelming. His breathing was heavy, restrained, and full of intent. The low growls escaping his chest reverberated through me, making my body react uncontrollably.“Is this really just a dream?” I whispered, biting my lower lip, trying to keep my voice from trembling.He smiled, revealing sharp fangs. His eyes were pure challe

POV: AIRYS“Then kiss me… and don’t stop.” I panted, my mouth slightly open, silently begging for what I knew was coming next. A crooked smile curved the corner of his lips before he claimed mine with raw hunger. The kiss started brutal, rough, and possessive. He wasn’t just kissing me—he was devouring me, exploring, and taking exactly what he wanted, like a predator savoring its prey. His tongue invaded my mouth without resistance, dominating every inch and pulling heavy sighs from me between each gasp. But he didn’t stop. His fingers kept moving, teasing me, controlling every inch of my body. Every time I got close to the edge, he slowed his movements, keeping me right there on the brink, denying me relief and prolonging the sweet torment. When he finally released my mouth, I was already breathless, my breathing ragged, my chest

POV: AIRYSI turned slowly, my gaze meeting his: intense, unrelenting, holding me captive like a predator watching its prey. My chest rose and fell in short breaths, and the pressure inside me grew with every second. Tears threatened to spill, burning at the edges of my eyes, but I swallowed the knot in my throat and forced my voice to stay steady.“What does that mean, Daimon?” I called him by name—an appeal, a challenge, but above all, a desperate need to understand. What was happening to me? To him? To us?The question echoed in my mind, reverberating through every part of my body. Who are we?He tilted his head slightly, silently assessing me. The weight of that stare made my skin prickle and my breath catch. Then, slowly, his hand rose. His fingers brushed my skin with a light touch, almost hesitant, yet charged with something he himself seemed not to fully understand. He traced my face with his fingertips, following the line of my

POV: DAIMON“That scent… Those emotions…” Fenrir raised his ears in my mind, tense, feeling the same impact I did.The little human’s emotions mixed with mine, lodged deep in my gut, so deeply rooted that I could feel the full intensity of what she carried in that moment: rejection, hurt, sadness, fear, apprehension, abandonment… desire and desperation. So many emotions compressed inside a single being. How was that possible? My chest tightened. Something uncomfortable formed a knot in my throat. My stomach twisted, and a chill ran up my spine. It was strange. I wasn’t supposed to feel this. Not like this. “It’s strange to feel this.” Fenrir growled, distressed. “You feel it, Alpha. Do you feel how she is on the inside? She’s wounded.” She was bleeding inside, and every emotional drop of hers splashed onto