บททั้งหมดของ HIS FATHER'S LUNA: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

"Look at you," Jasper rasped, his voice sounding like gravel grinding together. He touched his rough big old cock, All this soft meat. For me!!!!! Take off your clothes. He commanded. He pushed Emma back onto the mattress. The springs groaned under her weight, a sound that went straight to his cock, thickening it instantly against his trousers. He climbed on top of her, his knees shoving her heavy thighs apart. The scent of her soap hit him..His cock slid upward, the thick head catching on the edge of her panties before finding the damp heat of her pussy through the thin fabric. The clumsy, tender pressure sent a jolt through her. It was big, bigger than she’d imagined, Why are you so tight down there, is this your first time? Jasper questioned Emma?? Yes she answered softly. Don’t worry you will enjoy it, it is only painful the first time…He began to rock, a slow, grinding rhythm that was less about penetration and more about connection."Fuck me harder! Yes, just like that! Don

The silence between father and daughter felt heavier than the leather pouch in Richard Rowan's trembling hand.Emma looked at his face, her smile fading with every passing second. She had seen her father angry. She had seen him frustrated. She had seen him broken after losing his Gamma title.But she had never seen him... afraid. "Father..."Her voice was gentle. "What happened?" Richard swallowed hard. His throat felt as though someone had wrapped iron chains around it."We should go inside." Emma glanced toward the cottage before nodding. Without another word, they stepped into the small wooden home.Helen looked up from the bed, forcing another smile despite the exhaustion in her eyes. "You both look as though someone died."Neither of them laughed. Her smile slowly disappeared. Richard placed the heavy pouch of silver onto the old wooden table.The coins clinked loudly. Emma stared. Helen's eyes widened. "Richard...""Where did you get so much money?" Richard remained standing. He

Emma stood outside the towering double doors of the Crown Prince's private chambers.Her palms were damp. The future Alpha King's residence. Behind these doors lived the man the entire kingdom admired. The man destined to wear the crown one day.Margaret stood beside her, hands clasped behind her back. Before either of them spoke, two Royal Guards pushed the doors open.The room beyond was unlike anything Emma had ever seen. Maps of neighboring kingdoms covered one wall.Shelves overflowed with military books and ancient scrolls. Several battle swords rested neatly on polished wooden stands.Near the tall windows, four commanders argued quietly over a campaign map. There wasn't a trace of luxury.It felt less like a prince's chamber… And more like the headquarters of a general preparing for war. Margaret leaned closer. "Remember every rule I gave you." Emma nodded."I will." "And one more." Emma looked up. "The Crown Prince values honesty above flattery.""If you make a mistake..." "A

Six months became eight. Then eight became ten. And somewhere along the way, Emma stopped counting the days she had served Crown Prince Ethan Grayson.She began counting moments and memories instead. The mornings when she entered his chambers and found him asleep over military reports.The afternoons when he deliberately delayed meetings just to finish whatever argument they had started over breakfast.The evenings when everyone else had gone, and they remained beside the fireplace, talking about everything except the feelings growing between them.Prince and servant. Future Alpha King and mere servant. Those differences still existed.But when Emma was alone with Ethan… Sometimes she forgot. "You're staring." Emma blinked.Ethan stood before the mirror while she fastened the silver clasp of his ceremonial cloak. "I wasn't." "You were.""I was checking the clasp." "For thirty seconds?" Emma rolled her eyes. "Would Your Highness prefer to dress himself?""No." "Then stop complaining."

The palace had gone silent by the time High Priest Lucien entered Lord Victor Ashford's private study. The fire had burned low.Victor stood beside the window, his hands clasped behind his back. He did not turn when the door opened."You're late." Lucien closed the door behind him. "I came as quickly as I could." Victor finally faced him."Ethan wants to choose her." Lucien's expression remained calm. "Has he?" "He intends to make Emma Rowan his Luna."For several seconds, neither man spoke. Then Lucien walked toward the fireplace."And Celeste?" "Still believes she will become Queen." "She must continue believing that."Victor's eyes narrowed. "My daughter has spent her entire life preparing for that position.""And she will have it." Victor stepped closer. "Then tell me how." Lucien looked at him."How much does the Crown Prince know about Emma?" "Not sure." Victor's expression hardened. "But I think he loves her.""That can be corrected." Victor's eyes narrowed. Don’t be frightened