All Chapters of Runaway Luna is Hiding the Alpha's Heir: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

RuelleThe knife never reached Ren’s eye.His hand shot up so quickly that, for one stunned second, I didn’t understand what had happened. One moment the blade was cutting through the air toward his face, and the next it was clenched inside his small fist, the silver edge buried against his palm.My breath stopped.A thin stream of blood slipped between his fingers and ran over the inside of his wrist, bright against his skin.“Ren—”His name almost left my mouth before I caught it.I stood frozen with the other servants, every instinct inside me screaming to cross the room and pull him into my arms. Only the knowledge that I was supposed to be nothing more than his nanny kept my feet rooted to the floor.Ren, meanwhile, didn’t make a sound.He stared at the knife with an expression so calm it frightened me more than if he had cried. His brows drew together slightly, as though the injury were an inconvenience rather than a blade that had almost struck him in the face.Around the table,

RuelleRen shifted beneath the blanket but didn’t wake. I switched off the lamp beside his bed, leaving only the dim night-light near the wall, then quietly slipped out of the room.I had barely pulled the door closed when footsteps sounded along the corridor.I turned.Pierce was walking toward me.At that hour, with most of the hallway lights dimmed, he seemed even more imposing than usual. His dark shirt was open at the collar, the sleeves still buttoned at his wrists.One glance at my face was apparently enough for him.“I can see you have something to say,” he said.My jaw tightened. After what happened downstairs, I had considerably more than something to say.Pierce stopped beside the door next from Ren’s room and opened it. Only then did I realize which room belonged to him. He jerked his head toward the doorway. “Come in.”Then he walked inside without waiting to see whether I followed.Entering Pierce’s bedroom alone at night was not something I particularly wanted to add to

Ruelle“No need to be shy. It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” Pierce said, amusement threading through his voice as he stepped into the bathtub.I kept my eyes fixed firmly on the tiled floor, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered. “I’ll prepare your towel and something for you to sleep in.”A quiet hum came from behind me, followed by the faint movement of water as he settled back against the tub. I could practically picture the smug smile on his face without having to look, which was precisely why I made my way into the adjoining dressing room without another word.His things were arranged with the kind of order I would not have expected from him, although I supposed a man who had spent most of his life surrounded by servants had little reason to live in disorder. I found a clean towel and chose a dark shirt with a pair of comfortable pants, setting everything neatly on the bench outside the bathroom before glancing through the open doorway.Pierce had his

RuelleI lowered my gaze, my heart beating so loud in my chest. “If I misunderstood, then I apologize. I can leave immediately.”Should I just run? But I doubt I could take three steps before a werewolf could catch me.“Oh, I’m sure you can.” Something in his voice made me look at him again.Caleb leaned back slightly, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “Everyone employed in this house knows I use this room on the weekends, and everyone also knows they’re not supposed to enter while I’m here unless they’ve been called.”My stomach sank as the pieces fell neatly into place. Those maids had known exactly where they were sending me. Why did they do this? Was it because I was new? Or I was the nanny of the Alpha’s son? I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t informed of that rule.”“I gathered as much.”“If I had known you were here, I wouldn’t have disturbed you.”He watched me for a moment before glancing toward the shelves behind me. “You’re Pierce’s new employee, aren

PierceThe moment I left Ruelle’s room, I stopped restraining my wolf and moved through the estate faster than any human eye could follow, tracking Caleb’s scent toward the western side of the property while the anger under my skin sharpened with every step.The bracelet around my wrist was supposed to suppress the mate bond, dull the instincts that came with it, and keep me from reacting to Ruelle like some half-feral wolf incapable of controlling himself, yet the sight of that bandage had torn straight through whatever protection the damned thing was supposed to give me.I could still picture the wound beneath it, could still smell the faint metallic trace of her blood despite whatever ointment she had used to hide it, and the memory kept sending the same violent demand through my wolf.Find whoever hurt her.Break him.Make sure he never touched her again.It irritated me almost as much as Caleb’s actions did.Ruelle had left me, hidden herself for six years, and kept my son from me