All Chapters of Kill The Luna : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The heavy, suffocating silence returned to the grand hall in a single heartbeat. Every guard stood paralyzed, and even Deborah held her breath as Elijah’s desperate confession echoed off the cold stone walls. Michael froze mid-stride, his raised fist hovering in the air. The violent rage that had just consumed his dark eyes slowly settled into a cold, calculated calm. He lowered his hand, turning his back on his bruised brother without another word. Taking slow, deliberate steps, Michael walked back up the marble dais, smoothed down the front of his tunic, and sat heavily onto his golden throne. He rested his chin against his knuckles, staring down at us with an intense, unreadable gaze. "She will still be given her full, due punishment for her disobedience," Michael stated, his deep voice smooth and dangerously quiet. He flicked his hand dismissively toward the entrance. "However, all of you may leave this room right now. I wish to speak with her completely in private." Elijah wip

Michael’s eyes darkened with raw, irresistible desire as he pulled my body flush against his, leaving no space between us. Without another word, he captured my lips again in a fiery, urgent kiss. He backed me up against the cool stone wall, his large hands reaching beneath my thighs to lift me right off the floor. I wrapped my legs securely around his waist, burying my fingers into his hair as our mouths clashed with intense passion, kissing with so much force and hunger it felt like we were literally about to devour each other. Keeping his lips locked onto mine, Michael carried me across the polished marble floor toward the high golden dais. He took a seat upon his massive throne, pulling me down to sit comfortably across his lap without breaking the fiery rhythm of our kiss. We kept kissing even harder than before, the rest of the world completely fading away outside the heavy oak doors of the grand hall. His broad hands moved down to the edges of my gown, sliding the fabric up ov

Michael kicked the heavy wooden door shut behind us with a sharp thud. Before the latch could even settle, he wrapped his long arms tightly around my waist, pulling my body back against his broad chest. His head dipped down, and his lips immediately captured mine in another deep, urgent kiss that made my knees feel weak. With his lips still locked on mine and his hand pressed firmly against the small of my back, he guided my steps across his private master bedroom and straight into the adjoining bathroom. Once we stepped onto the cool tile floor of the bathroom, he pulled back just far enough to reach down and unbuckle his trousers, stripping off his remaining clothes in a single swift motion. Moving with practiced ease, he reached for the hem of my dirty dress, sliding the fabric up over my head before unhooking my underwear and stripping me completely bare as well. Michael reached over to the wall shelf, grabbing a soft bath sponge along with a bar of scented soap. He reached out

Michael walked over to the large wooden wardrobe, swinging the heavy doors wide open to reveal a vast collection of fine clothes. He reached into the women's section, his sharp eyes scanning through the colorful fabrics before pulling out a stunning, vibrant pink short dress. He turned back toward me, holding the delicate outfit out in his hands with a warm, approving smirk. "I really like this dress, Fedora. I want you to wear it for me today." A soft, breathless laugh escaped my throat as I looked at the tiny piece of silk. "That dress?" I teased, raising an eyebrow in playful disbelief. "Don't you think it is way too short for me to be walking around the pack in?" Michael’s dark eyes flashed with an intense, possessive heat as his smirk widened into a dangerous smile. "Yes, I am fully aware of how short it is," he murmured, his deep voice carrying an unshakeable promise. "And if any other man in this territory dares to lay his filthy eyes on you while you wear it, I will personal

Tristen scrambled to his feet, his entire body shaking so violently it looked like he was vibrating with sheer terror. He stared at Michael as if he could not believe his own eyes, unable to fathom that the Alpha of the entire territory was actually standing inside his tiny, run-down cottage. Realizing he was covered in dirt, Tristen quickly used his trembling hands to dust off his worn trousers before turning on his heel. He hurried toward the rickety wooden shelves where dozens of glass jars, clay containers, and dried herbs were neatly lined up in rows. "I... I make natural medicines and magical potions, my Alpha!" Tristen babbled out nervously, his voice cracking with anxiety as he gestured toward his supplies. "I cook them using the ancient, traditional ways—the exact methods my late father taught me before he passed away. Right before he died, my father begged me to keep this shop running so his legacy would never die. That is why I work day and night to keep this place open. T