Todos os capítulos de Reborn Luna:Her Second Chance Mate : Capítulo 181 - Capítulo 190

Odessa jerked awake with a startled gasp. Perspiration coated her forehead as she began to hyperventilate. She pressed her palm against her beating chest. Wondering why the hell she woke up like that. Her eyes scanned the empty room, the dim lighting adding to the ominous feeling deep in her stomach. She pulled the sheets from her body and clambered off the bed. Walking barefoot towards the door, placing her hand on the doorknob, she twisted gently. The creaking sound of the door opening echoed all around her. She visibly winced at the sound, hoping no one had heard it. Gingerly walking out of the door, she arrived at the kitchen and pulled open the fridge for a drink, just to come up empty. What the hell? She whispered to herself. She was sure the workers had restocked the fridge that week, unless someone was eating whatever was inside together with her. But that was highly unlikely. No one would dare venture into a private kitchen to take her food unless they had a death wish,

you're sure if we do it this way, it's going to work? Odessa raised her weary eyes to look up at Xavier, who was standing over her. His eyes looked hesitant, but he still set his mind in order not to freak her out. I'm not a professional, Luna, but I can say for sure that if you really are a dreamwalker. You can get a message across to him. You just have to write it and leave it there so he can see it. Odessa let out a loud exhale and adjusted her lying position on the lounge chair. Okay, then, that sounds easy enough. After her discussion with Melina about the bizarre dream she had the other night, she decided to consult with the one person she knew was good at investigating and finding answers. When she had brought it up to Xavier, he didn't call her crazy or dismiss the idea. In fact, he said it was possible to have such a power. And he had heard of powerful witches being able to walk in people's dreams or heads at will. So now we were trying it out without actually sleeping,

The illegal motorcycle racing ground known as the Red Zone was a notorious spot on the outskirts of town, hidden from prying eyes by a maze of abandoned warehouses and crumbling factories. As Alaric drove through the area, the air thickened with anticipation and rebellion. Oh wow. It's actually real. Odessa exclaimed with wide eyes, making Alaric throw her a dark look. They dropped down from the car and walked amongst the crowd towards the front, where the action was. The atmosphere was electricity charged with a roar of revving engines, the smell of burning rubber and the thrill of defiance. The ground itself was a makeshift track edged out of the crumbling asphalt with makeshift jumps and turns created from scavenged materials. The crowd was a rough-around-the-edges mix of thrill seekers, adrenaline junkies and motorcycle enthusiasts. They gathered around the track. Their faces lit only by the faint moonlight and the glow of their phones. Or leather jackets, ripped jeans and

You look so good, princess. Are those contacts you have on? They look so real, he said, his voice dripping with condescending curiosity. They are real. Odessa replied with a smile, batting her lashes. Her calm exterior masked the annoyance simmering beneath the surface. Oh, wow, you're like some exotic pet. His words hit her like a slap. And Odessa frowned, feeling the sting of the degrading term. She was no pet. She was a predator, and he was prey. The realization fueled her determination. She had to get to his house first to uncover what he was hiding. If this pig was actually housing someone as a hostage, she was definitely going to kill him. The thought of him keeping someone captive filled her with righteous fury. And she knew she had to act swiftly and decisively. Her eyes narrowed, the predator within her ready to pounce. You're so sexy. He bit his lip as his hand landed on her thigh. Odessa frowned at it, but didn't make any move to push it away. She woul

Everyone was fast asleep in the house, making the packhouse completely quiet. Odessa could hear the guards on duty chatter on, keeping themselves company through their shift. They are so lucky, she thought to herself, as she turned from her side to her back, giving up on sleeping once again. When she had returned to the packhouse, Xavier had volunteered to take care of the little boy in her absence, and told her to get some rest. She couldn't possibly tell him that she had been having trouble with that particular task. And just agreed. Without any complaints, she was too exhausted to argue with him, and honestly, she wanted to try and see if her broken body would finally break down on her. But no such luck. She wondered if she would have to resort to taking drugs to help her sleep. That was highly unlikely. Even the damned tranquilizer filled with wolfbane couldn't knock her out for long. She wasn't sure any sleeping drug would work on her. With a frustrated growl, she roused fro