All Chapters of His Male Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LIAM~~Clack-clack-clack, the metallic sound echoed off the interiors of the cars as I yanked the door handle over and over again.I reached for Nyratha but there was silence. She was always silent when she was with Fredrinn… his wolf, I mean.“Why are you still trying?” His voice slithered out, almost bored. “You know it’s not going to open.”Ignoring him, I dug my fingers deeper into the latch, pulling until my knuckles ached.When my hands finally slipped away from the handle, I slammed my back into the chair, chest heaving.Fredrinn’s wolf continued to watch me from the side of his eyes with a faint tilt at the corner of his lips.“Let me guess,” he murmured, his tone dripping with a tease. “Fredrinn must have warned you about me.” A crooked smile burned vividly on his lips. “The big bad wolf?”My jaw tightened, my eyes now fixed on the windshield before me.“You don’t have to believe everything that comes out of Fredrinn’s mouth,” he continued, “he isn’t exactly an honest man.”

LIAM ~~ I stood in a village square, something that looked like it belonged only in medieval times. Dead bodies were scattered across the ground, dressed in animal hides and coarse fur. In the middle stood a man. Blood covered every inch of him, dripping from his claws onto the ground. I had never seen his face. Yet, he somehow felt familiar like I had known him. An ache shot through my chest, one only a lover could stir. The thought barely formed when the ground rolled beneath my feet. I found myself standing on an unpaved road, flanked by stone cottages. Bodies scattered across the dirt floor. Like before, dead. Unlike before, they were dressed in the early Victorian working-class style. At the end of the road, a man stood. A different face from the first man. One I had never seen before. Yet, it stirred the same feeling in me. That sense that I knew him—that I loved him. The world shifted again, and I was somewhere else. But this time, I knew exactly where I was. My hometown

FREDRINN~~Lesley didn’t take her eyes off the paper. “I ran the test twice to be very certain,” she said, “It didn’t match Rourke’s blood. The DNA markers are different.”My shoulders dropped as a long exhale left me.Lesley finally looked at me. “There is something else,” she said, her voice dropping. “The blood in the shirt…is unusual.”I tipped my head up. “Unusual?”“It doesn't behave like ordinary werewolf blood.” She huffed. “I need to run more tests before I can give you anything useful.”With a nod, I sprang to my feet. My thoughts were already somewhere—Liam.The moment I stepped into the elevator, I called Scott. The line connected after the second ring.“Please, tell me it wasn’t Roger’s blood.”“It wasn’t.”He went silent for a while before exhaling. “That’s good.”“But it doesn’t change the fact that I might’ve murdered someone that night.”Another pause. “Well at least we know they’re not trying to protect you, and this wouldn’t lead to a war with Alpha Rourke,” Scott

FREDRINN…...The moment I reached the door of another investigation room,, I could already feel it. The sharp antagonistic aura of Alpha Rourke was seeping through the crack of the door.Any other wolf might melt. But not me. Never me.Gedon reacted instantly, surging towards it like a starving beast catching the scent of fresh blood. Almost like he could smell the promise of a fight.And he was hungry.I opened the door and found Rourke sitting behind the metal table. Yesterday, his eyes were bright, almost manic, his smile was wide, greedy. Now, light had gone out of his eyes. His lips now pressed into a rigid line as he hunched over the pictures.Rourke didn’t look up at me when I settled in the seat across from him. Neither did Marcus who stood in the dark corner of the room.The silence echoed off the walls for a while.Rourke brushed across the edge of the picture with his thumb. “What did my son do to deserve this?” His eyes didn’t leave the photo.There were questions a man

LIAM~~Every attempt made to get rid of the bodyguard ended in tears—metaphorically.So there I was, sitting at the far corner of the library, with two giants of a man. If they’d sat down maybe they would’ve blended. But no, they had to stand. They had to earn the attention of everyone who passed our aisle.I lowered my head, trying to shrink, trying to ignore the muttering of the two girls who sat at another table, whispering as their eyes darted between the bodyguards and me.‘There is still time,’ Nyratha said, ‘you can still tell Greg about them before he shows up and sees them.’That was the problem. What if he decides not to show up again? For now, I was willing to gamble.From the other end of the aisle, Greg walked down, slinging his backpack over his shoulders, his eyes already scanning around. The moment he saw me, his hand began to rise but then froze as his eyes slid to the men behind me.Greg didn’t take another step towards me. Instead, he veered to the right, slipping