All Chapters of His Innocent Luna: Bought and Claimed by His Bed: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Celandra grips the coarse linen of her bedsheets, staring blankly up at the timber rafters of her private chamber inside the Frosthaven Dominion lodge.Her body feels completely hollow, her wolf pacing restless, agonizing circles beneath her ribs. Her step-father, Fenrik Greycliff, has been pacing the stone flagstones of the lower hall for hours, his heavy leather boots thudding in a relentless, maddening rhythm.Sylvene has locked herself in the sanctuary, refusing to speak. Celandra skipped the morning meat ration and the evening feast, unable to bear the heavy, suffocating silence of a broken pack house.Vaelor Thorncrest left yesterday under threat of exile, but his dark scent still clings to her skin, driving her wild with desperate longing. She keeps repeating his final words to herself like a sacred vow, trying to drown out the freezing fear clawing at her heart.I am leaving so they cannot take you from me.He promised to return with the Enforcers, but the silence from the bor

I shift the heavy pack on my shoulders, standing at the edge of the Silvercrest City pack territory as my scent catches on the humid forest air."Get your hands off her, mate!"Rowan’s growl vibrates through the dirt before I even see him. I snap my head around, my teeth grinding as my inner wolf claws at my chest, desperate to tear through my skin. Beside him, Mateo and Calloway drop into low, aggressive stances, their eyes flashing silver in the gloom as they corner the rogue who had me pinned against the damp earth.The rogue, Sammy, scrambles back, his pants half-unbuckled and his cowardly scent suffocating the air. He turns tail and bolts toward the border rocks, fleeing like a beaten pup.Rowan steps over to me, shedding his heavy leather jacket and draping it over my bare, claw-torn shoulders. "Are you alright, Lydia? Did he force the bond? Did he touch you?""No," I rasp, clutching the leather to my chest as my heart hammers against my ribs. "You got here before he could.""Yo

"Rowan isn't going to be there when he catches you alone near the estate boundary," I tell her, my hand sliding up her forearm, my thumb pressing into the quickening pulse at her wrist. "Sammy is an Enforcer's son. He thinks he owns everything with soft skin and no pack mark. If you come into my den looking for help, you don't get to act soft.""I didn't come here to be handled, Arthur," she says, her voice dropping into a tight, sharp edge. "Elowen said you could teach me how to hurt him if he comes back.""I can teach you how to rip his throat out with your teeth," I murmur, my gaze dropping to her full, bruised lips. My dick twitches hard against my shorts, demanding that I crush her against the nearest support beam, bite her shoulder until she bleeds, and stake my claim right here on the dirt. "But it's going to hurt. You're small. You're weak. You have no bloodline power.""I am not weak," she whispers, her chest heaving as she stares up at me."Prove it," I growl.I release her

Arthur Guy stood in the dimly lit training den, his broad chest heaving as the thick, musky scent of heat and raw submission flooded the small back room.He stared down at Lydia lIy, his bright silver eyes locked onto her trembling frame. She was the most captivating she-wolf he had ever laid eyes on, radiating an undeniable power and vulnerability that hit him straight in his chest. In the brief time he had spent near her, the fierce Alpha instincts buried deep in his soul had roared to life. He was falling hard, his inner beast clawing at his ribs, desperate to claim her before any other wolf in the northern territory could even dream of stepping close.She was sharp, quick-witted, and carried herself with a quiet pride that could match his own arrogant bark. Not many wolves in the Silvercrest region could stand up to an Alpha’s heavy gaze, let alone a young female who had been pushed around by pack politics her entire life. Yet there was something hidden beneath her soft skin—a sec

Arthur Guy pulled the iron-frame dirt-speeder to a sharp halt, the heavy mechanical hum of the engine shaking the dust near the Northbridge University perimeter wall."Four nights?" Arthur Guy barked, leaning over the mechanical console as he eyed Lydia lIy. She walked past the row of parked patrol speeders, every scout guard on the shift craning their necks to gawk at the massive, custom-built iron rig he drove. Lydia felt her face grow hot under their sharp gazes as she approached the passenger side."Yeah? What about it?" Lydia shrugged, crossing her arms over her chest."You make me wait four full nights before returning my pack-link call?" Arthur asked, pushing the reinforced side panel open. "Do you have any idea how many high-ranking pack females would kill to spend a single hour in my den?""Then take one of them to the border range," Lydia shot back, sliding into the leather-bound bucket seat and slamming the door shut. "I'm sure their endless chatter about pack politics and