บททั้งหมดของ The Billionaire Alpha's Sea Luna: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

Serena's POV "N—No, I wasn't looking around," I stuttered, my chest winding tight as I tried to force a calm note into my voice. "I just noticed the door was left slightly open, and curiosity simply got the better of me." Olga looked at me in complete disbelief, her face a rigid wall of stone. She slowly looked past my shoulder, her dark gaze scanning the interior of the bedroom before locking back onto my face. "This is my private, personal space, and I will absolutely not tolerate you being in here. Do you hear me?" she said in a cold, low voice. "Yes, Olga. I am incredibly sorry," I managed to squeeze out. Without waiting for her to respond, I quickly darted around her frame, slipping past the doorway and back out into the open stone corridor. I took a deep breath, thinking I was free to return to my quarters, but Olga stepped out right behind me. "Here, take this," she said flatly, holding out a soft vinyl tape measure. I stopped, looking at her outstretched hand in total

Serena's POV "You are carrying my child," he whispered, his voice cracking completely as he stared up at my frame, the words sounding as though he were letting the massive thought sink in and permanently instilling the reality into his mind. "My baby." As I looked down at him, I saw his dark eyes grow wet, heavy tears pooling against his lashes. It made my heart completely melt. I walked closer to his kneeling form, leaning down to softly stroke the top of his head, letting my fingers thread through his hair to ground him. "How long... how long did you know about my baby? Our baby?" he asked quietly, looking up at me through his tears. "Well... it's been months," I admitted truthfully, the confession finally clearing my conscience after weeks of suffocating silence."So why didn't you just tell me from the start?" he asked, his eyes intensely searching mine for an answer. "Why did you hide it?" "I didn't know how you would take the news, Cole," I whispered, my voice dropping a

Serena's POV I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Has Cole completely lost his mind? I stood there in the doorway, watching him in absolute disbelief. I watched the entire horrific scene play out as if I were a detached spectator watching a movie. My legs literally couldn't move; they were rooted completely to the spot. Was he genuinely trying to physically fight Tanner? But in doing so, he was effectively only hurting himself. My stomach twisted as I watched him actively strangle his own throat while shouting loudly at his reflection. "Cole... what on earth are you doing?" I said. My voice was quiet, but curt. I made sure to keep a very safe distance from his frame. I absolutely hated how he was behaving right now. But deep down, I still possessed deep feelings for him, and it broke my heart to see what he was doing to himself—and what he had done to me. Because of that residual love, I knew what I had to say next was the absolute right choice for our future. Cole abrupt

Serena's POV I quickly turned on my heel, clutching the glass cup and the cold water bottle tightly in my hands. Without throwing another glance in his direction, I muttered a low, hurried "Goodnight, Cole," and rapidly slipped out of the kitchen before something happened that I might deeply regret. I simply no longer trusted myself around him. The way my body automatically responded to his proximity was terrifying; the fated mate pull between us was entirely undeniable. A week later, the strict boundaries of our separation remained firmly intact. I had spent the last seven days ordering all of my daily meals from a local health-food restaurant down in town, completely refusing to cook anything inside the main kitchen just in case I accidentally ran into Cole down there a second time. Later that morning, I received a sudden text message from Ryan, asking if he could arrange a specific day to sit down and speak with me privately. He had just returned from a week-long vacati

Serena's pov I woke up slowly to the muffled sound of quiet laughter drifting into the room from the corridor. My head felt heavy, and I couldn't quite remember how long I had been asleep, or how I had even managed to get back into my own bed. Trying to swing my legs over the edge of the mattress, an overwhelming wave of physical weakness instantly washed over me. I managed to slide one leg free, but my muscles completely refused to cooperate when I tried to lift the other. Determined, I slowly eased my body forward until my hanging foot successfully reached the cool floorboards. Before I could push myself up, an attractive woman dressed in a crisp white nurse's uniform stepped briskly into the bedroom. "No, no, Luna, you absolutely mustn't move just yet," she intervened in a hushed, authoritative tone, hurrying to my side. "You need absolute rest." "What... what happened to me?" I asked, my throat feeling dry and raspy. "You fainted downstairs in the lounge the day befo