The Dead Luna's Secret Son의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 7

•Lisa• “Alpha, Luna is calling.” Luna. The word landed like a slap. He had found his mate. Of course he had. Five years was a long time long enough for a man like him, an Alpha now, to have built an entire life I knew nothing about. Did I really think he would spend half a decade waiting for a woman who vanished without a word? Of course he had moved on. Of course he had marked someone else, bonded with someone who hadn’t run from him in the middle of the night. So why did the thought of it close around my throat like a fist? He raised one hand, barely a flick of his fingers, and the man holding the phone silenced it instantly. Another gesture, and the rest of them filed out of the room without a word, the heavy door clicking shut behind the last one. And then it was just the two of us. I studied him in the sudden quiet, hating myself for how much I noticed. Five years had sharpened everything about him, the line of his jaw, the breadth of his shoulders, the st

•Lisa• I forced myself to stand. My knees still hurt from kneeling on the floor, and my cheek burned where the mask had scratched me. Ronan stood a few feet away, watching me with unreadable eyes. Neither of us spoke. The silence felt heavier than any argument. Finally, I swallowed the lump in my throat. “If…” My voice shook. “If I do what you want… will you let me go?” His gaze hardened. “You still want to leave?” “I have to.” A cold smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Fine.” My heart pounded. “If you can satisfy me, you can take the money and walk out of here. Just suck my cock like you did in the past and I’ll let you go” I stared at him. It wasn’t dignity I was fighting for anymore. It was Milo. The image of my little boy lying in a hospital bed flashed through my mind. His tiny fingers wrapped around mine. His weak smile every time he told me he wasn’t scared. I closed my eyes. “Forgive me, baby.” I walked towards him as he opened his

•Lisa•By the time the taxi stopped outside the hospital, my fingers had gone numb from holding the envelope. I paid the driver without waiting for my change and hurried through the sliding glass doors, my eyes fixed on the pediatric wing. People brushed past me, nurses pushed stretchers down the corridor, and announcements echoed overhead, but none of it slowed me down. Every second felt borrowed.The elevator took too long.I pressed the button again even though I knew it wouldn’t make a difference. When the doors finally opened, I stepped inside and stared at the changing numbers, willing them to move faster. The scratch on my cheek stung every time I breathed, but it was nothing compared to the ache growing inside my chest.The doors opened again.I walked quickly down the hallway until I reached Milo’s room. My hand stopped on the doorknob for a moment. I closed my eyes, forced a smile onto my face, and pushed the door open.The room brightened before I even stepped inside.