All Chapters of Runaway Luna is Hiding the Alpha's Heir: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ruelle“It’s all right. You’re safe now,” Pierce murmured, rubbing a slow hand over my back.His touch was careful, avoiding the places where the whip had struck me. Each gentle movement should have soothed me, yet it only made me cry harder.I didn’t know how long I remained pressed against his chest. The SUV moved steadily. Rain whispered against the windows, and the lights along the road passed in blurred streaks beyond the tinted glass.Pierce held me through it all.One hand rested against the back of my head, his fingers moving carefully through my tangled hair. The other remained around my shoulders, keeping me close without putting pressure on my injuries.His shirt smelled of rain, blood, and the strange cold smoke of his shadow fire. Beneath it all was the familiar scent that belonged only to him, one I had once found unsettling but now made me feel safe.When Pierce had entered Lowe’s study, he had looked like a creature dragged out of the darkest part of the otherworld. Hi

RuelleFortunately, it wasn’t long before we were out of sight of curious eyes.Pierce carried me past the reception area and into a private elevator at the end of the hall. No one joined us. The moment the doors closed, I lifted my face from his shoulder and drew a quiet breath.The elevator opened directly into a private recovery suite reserved for the Ashcroft family. It was larger than I expected, with a sitting area, a bedroom, and a bathroom separated by a tall wooden divider. Warm wall lamps illuminated the room, though shadows still gathered in the corners.A healer was already waiting.She asked Pierce to place me on the couch, then examined the wound on my head, checked my eyes for signs of a concussion, and inspected the worst bruises along my arms and legs. Her mouth tightened at the sight of them, but she asked no questions about what had happened.“The head injury isn’t severe,” she said. “She’ll have headaches and some dizziness, but there is no fracture. The cuts shoul

RuelleI could do nothing but stare at Pierce with my mouth slightly open.He placed my feet on his lap and held my heel steady as he applied the ointment, starting with the cut near my ankle. After a few seconds, I pressed my lips together and drew in a sharp breath. My heartbeat was unsteady, skipping whenever the salve stung.Still, I could see that he was trying his best to be gentle. His touch was almost featherlight.When had Pierce become so careful with me?As I watched him, I noticed that he had changed his shirt while I was bathing. The one he had worn earlier had been black and stained with blood, but now he wore a deep burgundy shirt without a jacket or tie. The first two buttons were undone, and his face and arms had been cleaned.It was then that I remembered a question I had wanted to ask him since I moved into the Ashcroft estate.“How did you know I faked my death six years ago?”Pierce glanced at me but continued applying the ointment. He didn’t answer immediately.“

“It’s true,” I admitted. “I had another reason for leaving.”Pierce’s fingers stilled at the small of my back. They weren’t touching any of my wounds now. His fingertips merely rested against my bare skin, warm and motionless.I wasn’t sure whether he had finished applying the salve, but I didn’t ask.“And what was it?” he asked calmly.The quietness of his voice made my heart leap.My breath caught, lodging painfully in my throat. I bit my bottom lip and drew in a slow breath, trying to gather the courage to speak.The seconds stretched until they felt like hours, but Pierce didn’t pressure me. He waited in silence, allowing me to find the words on my own.Talking about my past had never been easy, especially now, when I was injured, exhausted, and sitting half-dressed in front of him. I felt stripped of more than my clothing. Every defense I had carefully built over the years seemed thinner tonight.But there was no reason to hide the truth from him anymore.The daughter my clan had

Ruelle“I thought we were supposed to return to the estate at one in the afternoon.”I couldn’t help asking once the car pulled away from Council headquarters.Pierce sat across from me in the spacious rear cabin, looking out the partially open window. His elbow rested against the frame, and the late-afternoon wind stirred the dark strands of hair falling over his forehead.“I had a series of meetings to attend,” he said. “Don’t worry. Ren is fine. I sent someone to the estate earlier to let him know you would be home soon.”“Thank you.”The corner of Pierce’s mouth curved, as though my gratitude pleased him more than it should have.He looked out the window again. “Why don’t you sit beside me?”“Huh?”Pierce rolled his eyes. “I asked you to sit here beside me. Don’t make me repeat myself a third time. It’s rude and unladylike.”My eyes narrowed.Why did I need to sit beside him? The cabin was large enough for us to remain comfortably apart. More importantly, the last few times Pierce