All Chapters of The Luna He Never Loved: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

He had a set goal in mind for where he wanted his future to go and it didn’t include Loretta. When he made up his mind about something he never changed it. Ever! He couldn’t protect Alexei if he lost control of The Council. He’d do his best for the Hanlon pack but his main priority was his twin. Loretta was nothing to him except a brief moment of madness when he should have been keeping his goals firmly in mind. Then why couldn’t get her out of his mind? Why couldn’t even Marcia tempt him when he had lain with her countless times before and never had a problem? Why did he long for that sweet, spicy scent of cinnamon and a pair of deep brown eyes staring intently into his? He uttered a deep groan at the same instant he felt warm lips rubbing against his neck and realised Marcia was kissing him. He had to put a stop to this before it got out of hand. He wasn’t interested in her and he needed to let her know before her feelings became too wounded. He reached for her shoulders to push

Loretta wanted to believe him but knew he was capable of telling whatever lie he wanted to. She kept her lips firmly closed, refusing to give in to the desire which was sweeping through her body. She wanted to relax against him, to wrap her fingers in his wet hair and kiss him with all the hunger she felt deep inside. But he had been with another woman, whether or not he had done anything with her, it had been his intent to do so and that hurt. “Loretta,” he groaned softly, his lips never ceasing their subtle dance across hers. “Let me into your sweetness. You know you want to, I can feel it in your body, I can scent it on you. You want me.” His words only served to anger her more because she knew they were true. She relaxed slightly and his grip slackened as he sucked in a deep breath. The breath whooshed out loudly when she elbowed him in the ribs and managed to slide off his lap and make her way around the desk away from him. She had sucker punched him and she should feel bad abo

Her mentioning her injuries the year before brought a dark scowl to his face. Before it had simply been something that had happened, part of the war where casualties were to be expected. She had been hurt, close to death but he had healed her and she had survived. Now it felt different. Now he was claiming her as his, it was a whole other ball game. Someone had almost killed his mate and he felt a red hot fury erupt inside of him. “Sandro is lucky to be dead,” he said in a cold, hard voice. “If he were still alive, I would kill him slowly, make sure he suffered for every broken bone he inflicted on you.” Loretta smiled slightly, part of her thrilling at his protectiveness. She had no doubt he would do exactly as he said had Sandro still been alive but the vampire was dead now and had been for a long time. “You shouldn’t let yourself get worked up over it,” she sighed softly. “It happened. It was a long time ago and I am fine now. You took care of that, Andrei.” “No one will hu

Loretta couldn’t get enough of the harsh groans coming from Andrei. His muscles tensed and contracted under her hands and mouth as she tasted every inch of his impressive body. He raised up as her mouth ran over his taut stomach, her hands moving to his belt buckle to pull impatiently at it. She wanted at her prize, at that wonderful part of him that she ached to feel inside her body. She growled in frustration when she realised she’d never get his jeans off without relieving him of his boots first. There was something to be said for undressing individually and then getting straight to the sex part. Still, anticipation was equally as entertaining. She reluctantly moved away from his hot skin, drawing a moan of disappointment from him which made her smile wickedly. There was a heady pleasure in knowing he was as desperate for her touch as she was for his. “Boots,” she laughed softly, her laughter increasing when he sat up quickly, snapped his laces and had the offending items off

Heart pounding, blood rushing through her veins, the little she wolf ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Panic infused her very soul as she flew through the trees, the scent of blood heavy in the air, loud screams echoing all around her. One thought dominated her mind. She had to save them. She had to find someone who would listen to her among the madness surrounding her. Beautiful angels flew all around her, great hulking men with long flowing hair moving almost gracefully as they crashed together in a macabre dance of death. Blood flew through the air as if in slow motion, limbs detached to a symphony of agonised screams. She was screaming inside her head, low whimpers issuing from her throat as she tried to find a way through them. Beautiful angels; terrifying deadly beings who filled her soul with dread. Eyes shining with glee, smiles of pleasure on each face as they ripped each other apart. She saw a break, whimpered in relief as she darted into the space where the angel