All Chapters of Runaway Luna is Hiding the Alpha's Heir: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ruelle“Princess.”I grimaced and turned toward Pierce. “I told you not to call me that. I haven’t been a princess for a long time.”The people of Estia had once called me that. To them, I had been the cherished daughter of the Holt family. Veyra’s chosen heir. A girl so precious that she needed to be guarded day and night.They had seen the dresses embroidered with crystals, the grand rooms, and the long dining tables glittering beneath chandeliers. They had seen attendants waiting in the corridors and expensive cars lined beneath the covered drive.They had never seen the locks.They hadn’t known that I needed permission to leave my room or that I wasn’t allowed to step outside the estate. They hadn’t known my clothes, lessons, meals, and every hour of my day had been chosen before I woke each morning.The Holt estate had contained every luxury imaginable.Everything except freedom.I looked toward Ren. “I didn’t know what living felt like until I left Estia.”Frostvale had given me

Ruelle“You know what, I remembered something.”Pierce smiled, but I didn’t like the way he was looking at me.We’ve tucked Ren to bed and the next thing I knew, Pierce was following me to my room. He had settled far too close, leaving the other cushions empty. “Apparently, our generous gardener gave you a tour around the city.”So that was it. Some of the tension left my shoulders. I had expected something about my family, perhaps another reason I should be afraid to leave the estate.“You saw him bring me home that day.”“And I saw you smiling at him before you noticed me on the balcony.” Pierce leaned back. “What did you two discuss?”“Ordinary things. It wasn’t important.”“Then why do you look so nervous?”“Because you’re questioning me as if I’ve done a crime.”His fingers rose to my cheek. I went still as his thumb passed lightly beneath my eye, the gesture so gentle that it unsettled me more than his questions.I started to lean away, but his other hand settled at my waist.“

RuellePierce kissed me before I could ask what he meant.I froze. His lips brushed mine once, lightly enough that I thought he might pull away. Then he kissed me again, and my hand tightened around his shoulder.I had come to his room to clear up a misunderstanding about Bon. Somehow I had ended up on Pierce’s lap, with his mouth against mine and the towel I’d used to dry his hair slipping to the floor.He drew back just far enough to look at me.“You can tell me to stop.”“I know.”I should have asked him what he wanted from me. I should have asked what this would mean tomorrow, when Ren came looking for us and the rest of the household resumed its quiet speculation.Instead, I kissed him.Pierce made a sound low in his throat. His hand slid to the back of my neck, cradling it as he kissed me more deeply. The other remained at my waist, steadying me whenever I shifted on his lap.“Don’t be shy with me,” he murmured against my mouth.“I’m…not.”His smile brushed my lips. “No?”I answ

RuelleBreakfast was worse than I’d feared.Everyone was there, including Caleb, who had apparently returned late the night before. He was halfway through a plate of eggs when I entered with Ren and Pierce, looking far too alert for someone who had only just come home.I still hadn’t made sense of what happened in Pierce’s room. I’d spent the morning telling myself to behave normally, but the sight of him across the breakfast table would have been difficult enough. Sitting beside him seemed impossible.Ren headed for his usual chair. I followed, intending to take the seat next to him, but Pierce pulled out the chair on his right before I could reach it. Ren sat on his left.I stopped. Pierce kept one hand on the back of the chair and looked at me as though he’d done nothing unusual.The servants were watching. Refusing would draw more attention than sitting down, so I took the seat.Jane’s eyes narrowed. Caleb’s mouth curved around the rim of his coffee cup. Even Niklaus glanced at me

Ruelle“Will that be okay?”My hand rested against Pierce’s shirt, just below the open collar.Pierce glanced at the door, then back at me. A smile touched his mouth.“My family knows, Ruelle. So does the staff.” His hand settled at my waist. “Sooner or later, they’ll know what you mean to me.”For a moment, he only studied me. The room was warm, but a cool draft moved through the curtains, carrying the scent of rain and the dark garden beyond the window.“You’re mine, Ruelle.”The words moved through me like heat.Before I could answer, he bent and kissed my forehead. His lips lingered there, soft and patient. Then they traveled down the bridge of my nose, pausing at the corner of my mouth.I closed my eyes.His breath touched my lips. “I’ve been longing for you.”The confession barely left him before his mouth covered mine.The kiss began with restraint, but it did not last. His hand slid into my hair, angling my head exactly where he wanted it, and the next press of his lips was de