Todos los capítulos de His Male Luna: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

FREDRINN~~Scott was still talking when I stepped forward.I grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”Turning to me, Scott’s furrowed his brows. “What do you mean let’s go?”“He doesn’t have him.”Scott stared at me before the frown on his face deepened. “What do you mean he doesn’t have Liam?”“Liam isn’t here.” As silence spilled between Scott and me, Rourke watched us before a small smile spread across his lips.“Well, well, well.” He clapped his hands. “An outstanding performance. Really, it is.”His eyes shifted from me to Scott, and then back at me.“You underestimate me. Wherever you hide the boy, I’d dig him up, and he’d pay for what he had done to my son.”Gedon rumbled in my head. “We should be able to cut his hands or feet or pluck out his eyes. I mean he’d still be alive.’I held his gaze before fully turning to him. “We need to talk. But somewhere more comfortable.”Rourke scoffed. “We have nothing to talk about.”“I might not be able to kill you because of the oath, but…” I dipp

FREDRINN~~A week had gone by in a flash, and we had nothing. No news from Rourke. No news from the men I had hired.Nothing but the mark on my hand that occasionally flared with a sharp pain. But it always left as quickly as it came, and it told me nothing.Today was no different; the pain struck, sharp enough to make me jerk upright in bed. My hand still hurt, I didn’t mind. I shot my hand, reaching for my phone from beside the pillow.Scrolling, I searched my messages, hoping new information had come in while I slept.Behind me, the mattress shifted. Jane moved closer, slipping her hands around my waist before pressing herself against my back.With a creaky voice, she said, “You haven’t slept properly. You need to rest. Staying awake isn’t going to let us miraculously find him.”Without responding, I pulled out of the bed, my fingers already moving to text Rourke.Inside me, Gedon was losing it. Now and then he’d pace around. He’d growl. And sometimes he’d be quiet—too quiet. But

FREDRINN ~~ We stepped outside the room Liam was in, shutting the door behind us. A few steps away, I turned back to Scott. “I know I’m usually big on keeping some things from Liam, but this. Let us tell him.” “Tell him what?” Scott’s voice came out a little above a whisper. “That it wasn’t Rourke that kidnapped him? That we don’t know who kidnapped him? That until Rourke found him in the middle of a road two towns away from here, it was like he had vanished off the surface of the air?” His eyes drifted to the wooden door and then back to me. “Have you forgotten what happened when Rourke’s deadline got closer? He locked himself in the room for days. He barely ate. Barely slept.” His voice tightened. “How can we tell such a person that vanished into thin air?” Of course. I had remembered how I found him that morning. He didn’t even let sunlight into the room. The way he had picked at his thumbnails until the skin there felt like it might fall off. But I also remembered w

I LIAM~~“Fine, show me.”Gedon’s eyes never left. His fingers slowly drifted to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them.“Seriously?” “Yes.” He glanced at me, enjoying this way too much. “What I want to show you is on my body. My back.”I pressed my lips, deciding it was a waste of my time responding to Gedon.One button came undone, followed by another. My eyes did nothing but follow the movement of his fingers. It didn’t take a second before memories of those nights broke in. The way those fingers had touched me. The memories weren’t that vivid and that made it worse. Clear enough for me to remember, hazy enough to wish I could experience once more.My eyes moved from his finger to his body, the sliver of his skin that had begun to tease from beneath his shirt.I still couldn’t make sense of it. It was Fredrinn’s body. His voice. But it was definitely not him.But that didn’t stop my body from reacting as if he were Fredrinn.My throat still felt dry, and my thighs clenched hard

LIAM~~~I stormed out of the apartment, hissing and grunting, fist clenched so hard I could feel my palms go cold.What the hell was wrong with him? Slamming the door on my face? It’s not like I asked to drop in the first place.A thought hit me, and I paused before pressing the elevator button. Did Gedon tell him about it? Maybe he was disgusted by the idea of doing such stuff.My stomach rolled. ‘Were you looking forward to it?’ Nyratha asked, her voice light.‘No,’ I frowned. ‘Why would I be looking forward to it?’Still the thought formed, Fredrinn and I tangled beneath the sheets. A warm heat soaked the wall of my stomach before I could stop it.Nyratha’s soft laughter echoed in my head, making my teeth grit as I walked out of the elevator when it opened on the last floor.Climbing into the waiting cab, I slammed the door harder than necessary.My mind still circled in Fredrinn’s awkward behavior, at least until the itch came, crawling up my arm.Not again.I pulled back my sle