Todos os capítulos de His Innocent Luna: Bought and Claimed by His Bed: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The heavy timber front door booms against the stone frame, rattling the iron hinges throughout the Greycliff lodge. The echo reverberates down the corridors, fading into a suffocating silence that settles over the main hall. Celandra stands motionless near the center of her room, her pulse hammering wildly against her ribs, completely breathless as the vibrations die away.Every inch of her skin prickles with electric heat. Her lips ache, swollen and burning from the phantom pressure of his mouth—he was mere millimeters from claiming her, from sinking his teeth into her soul. She knows it. There is no doubt left in her mind. Yet he fled once again, leaving her alone in the quiet shadows of her quarters. Only this time, the familiar sting of abandonment and shame fails to take root. Instead, a dangerous, dark fire flares in her belly, raw and ravenous, demanding far more than half-measures.She can still feel the lingering weight of his calloused hand pinned against her upper arm, the

Vaelor stands rooted to the stone floor of the dining hall, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles along his face ache. The family feast has officially ended, but his cock remains throbbing and half-erect beneath the thick leather of his trousers. The friction against his clothes is absolute torture, making every step a brutal test of restraint.A moment later, Celandra glides back inside from the moonlit terrace. He feels the searing pull of her gaze instantly, but he refuses to look up, keeping his dark eyes locked on the roasted berries and heavy cream his mother set on the table. It takes every ounce of his warrior discipline to keep from reaching out and dragging her back onto his lap as she takes her seat beside him.He forces a bite into his mouth, but he cannot taste a single thing. His senses have gone completely wild, rejecting everything that does not smell of her. The sweet scent of wild jasmine clinging to her skin, the subtle heat radiating off her bare thighs—it fills

Vaelor slams his shoulder against the shattered doorframe, his dark wolf eyes locked on Cassian Blackmoor and his three low-ranking pack Enforcers standing inside the grand foyer of the lodge. His bare skin glistens under the crystal lanterns, every muscle coiled like a spring."Is this a joke to you, Cassian?" Vaelor growls, stepping down the final stone stair without a single thread of clothing on his massive frame. "You trespass into the Frosthaven Dominion, break my threshold, and bring three stray dogs to do your talking?""You fucking kidding me?" one of Cassian’s goons explodes, his eyes dropping to Vaelor's bare waist before he lunges forward with a sloppy, uncoordinated right hook.Vaelor dodges the heavy swing with effortless precision, slipping under the claw-strike and driving a rock-hard fist straight into the male's stomach. The Enforcer wheezes, doubling over as Vaelor follows through with a ruthless knee to the face, dropping him flat onto the cold stone floor.The sec

"Thank you, Warden," Vaelor says, offering a brief nod of respect.Garron leans in slightly, his voice dropping so low only the two wolves can hear. "Off the record, Thorncrest... good work breaking his nose. He’s needed a lesson in pack discipline for a long time."The Warden turns on his heel, stepping back out into the night. The heavy hauler doors slam shut, the red and blue patrol lights fade into the thick mountain fog, and silence returns to the Frosthaven lodge.Vaelor slides the heavy deadbolt back into place, securing the broken door as best he can. He turns slowly, his dark eyes locking onto Celandra. The relief in her veins instantly turns into a surging, uncontrollable wave of pure heat.Vaelor steps close, his large hands reaching up to entangle in her long hair, tilting her head back until her lips are inches from his. He slams his mouth over hers, a deep, possessive kiss that tastes of wild adrenaline and dark promise."I was terrified they were going to chain you," sh

"Tell me this isn't happening," Sylvene whispers, her eyes darting from Vaelor's marked chest to Celandra's bitten lips. "Tell me you didn't do this, Vaelor.""I love him, Mother," Celandra states clearly, stepping out from behind Vaelor's shadow, her jaw set with absolute defiance. "I have loved him since the moon phase changed."Sylvene staggers back a step, grabbing the banister for support.That confession snaps the last thread of Fenrik's control. With a feral roar, the elder wolf leaps forward, his claws extending from his fingertips as he lunges for Vaelor's throat. But Sylvene reacts instantly, throwing her body into Fenrik's side and grabbing his heavy arms to hold him back."Fenrik, no!" Sylvene screams, her voice cracking. "He is your pack-mate's blood! You cannot spill his life in this hall!""Look at what he has done!" Fenrik shouts, his chest heaving as he struggles against his mate's grip, his furious gaze locked onto Vaelor. "If you have any respect for your mother—if