The Banished Luna's Awakening의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Matteo stepped out.Bare-chested.A white towel was wrapped low around his waist, hanging dangerously on his hips. Droplets of water still clung to his broad shoulders and the defined ridges of his abdomen, slowly trailing down his skin. His dark hair was damp and tousled, falling across his forehead in a way that made him look far too devastating for someone who had just stood in a freezing downpour for hours.My mouth went dry. I gulped.The mate bond — that treacherous, long-dormant thing — surged violently between us. Filthy, vivid images slammed into my mind without warning: his hands gripping my thighs, that same bare chest pressed against mine, his mouth on my neck while he growled my name, the way he used to take me apart so thoroughly I forgot everything except him…Where the fuck are the clothes I ordered?Heat flooded my face. I tore my gaze away from the perfect V-line disappearing beneath the towel and glared at him instead.“Where the fuck are the clothes I ordered?” I s

Rose's POVThe night Daddy banished Mommy, I hid behind the heavy velvet curtains in the sitting room like I always did when they fought.I watched everything. I saw Daddy's face turn scary and cold. I heard him say the words banished and never come back. I saw Mommy screaming and crying as the guards dragged her away. I didn't cry. I just stood there, hands fisted in my nightgown, waiting for the familiar heavy feeling in my chest.It's my fault again.Mommy had told me so many times. Since I was tiny, she would grab my arm too hard and whisper mean things in my ear. "If you were a better daughter, your father would love me. He would choose me. But you're useless. You couldn't even make him look at me the way he looks at her."Then she would hit me — sometimes with her hand, sometimes with her hairbrush — always where the bruises wouldn't show.I tried so hard to fix it. I practiced smiling in the mirror for hours. I drew Daddy pictures every single day and left them on his desk. I st

Lara’s POVThe quiet in my office was starting to feel suffocating.I sat behind my heavy oak desk, pretending to focus on the stack of border reports and training schedules spread out before me. The morning light streamed through the tall windows, casting long golden beams across the wooden floor and my organized chaos of papers. But no matter how many times I reread the same paragraph, the words refused to stick.Because he was staring.Matteo sat across from me in the deep leather guest chair, silent and still. His grey eyes hadn’t left me for the past twenty minutes. Not once. I could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch — tracing the line of my jaw, the curve of my neck, the faint glow of the star mark peeking from beneath my collar.It made my skin prickle. It made the mate bond stir restlessly beneath my ribs.I finally set the report down with a soft sigh and looked up, frowning.“Don’t you have anything meaningful to do?” I asked, my voice sharper than I intended

Matteo’s POVThe backyard had long since fallen quiet. The children were finally asleep, their laughter still echoing faintly in my mind like the sweetest music I’d ever heard. I stepped out onto the back porch, the cool night air brushing against my skin. Lara stood at the railing, looking up at the stars. She wore a simple white nightgown that clung softly to her body, the hem fluttering gently in the breeze. My breath caught in my throat.I had no right to be here. No right to stare at her like this. But I couldn’t look away.She was beautiful. More than beautiful — radiant. The star mark on her collarbone glowed faintly, casting a soft silver light across her skin. Her hair fell in loose waves down her back. Even after everything I had done to her, she still took my breath away.I took a hesitant step forward, my heart hammering like a war drum. “Lara,” I whispered, my voice rough with everything I’d been holding back for years.She didn’t turn around immediately. The silence str

The sunlight caught the water droplets clinging to her eyelashes, making them shimmer like diamonds. My gaze dropped involuntarily to her lips, parted and slick with lake water. She looked so ethereal, so agonizingly beautiful, that it felt like a physical pain in my chest. "Lara," I choked out, my voice thick with an emotion so vast I couldn't contain it. I brought my free hand up from the water, my fingers trembling slightly as I tucked a wet lock of hair behind her ear. I let my thumb linger on her cheekbone, wiping away a stray drop of water. "Goddess, you are so beautiful. I don't think I've breathed a full breath since the day you left." Her cheeks reddened in response. We drifted there in the middle of the sacred, quiet lake, completely suspended in time. She didn't offer a forgiveness she wasn't ready to give, and I didn't ask for it. But as she leaned her weight into me, letting her head slide from my forehead to rest in the crook of my neck, I felt her small, fragi