Lahat ng Kabanata ng chasing his billionaire Luna : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

Chapter OneMy name is Wren Sinclair. I am wife to Kael Ashworth, head of the Ashworth family, and I was born without a wolf.Every soul in this family has one waiting under their skin, ready to surface, ready to kill for him. Mine never came. I was an orphan the family found half-starved outside a warehouse on the docks, and I was never supposed to sit at the head of his table. Kael chose me anyway, in front of a boardroom full of men who told him it was bad business — too soft, too heavy, too much a liability to sit where I sit — and for five years I have tried to be enough reason for that choice.The kitchen smells like garlic and seared meat, and I keep wiping my palms on the apron even though they're not sweating from the heat. Twenty floors below, the city glitters through floor-to-ceiling glass like it has no idea what runs it.I check the roast one more time. I fix the napkins one more time. I smooth down the green dress one more time, the one Kael said matches my eyes, the on

Chapter Three In the dream, I'm standing in the middle of a ballroom and every voice in the family is aimed at me at once. Wolf-less wife. Barren wife. Heavy, soft, useless wife. A wife who can't bear children isn't a wife at all. I try to answer them, but my mouth won't open. I try to run, but my feet are nailed to the floor the same way they were the day Kael came home with Freya on his arm. The voices get louder instead of quieter, closing in from every direction, and I can't find a single face in the crowd that isn't laughing at me. Somewhere behind all of it I hear Kael's voice too, calm, distant, telling someone it's just a room, it's just a name, it's just a wife, nothing that can't be replaced— Cold water hits me like a slap and I come up gasping, choking, my hands flying out to grab onto anything solid. Freya sits in the chair beside my bed, an empty basin resting on her knee, wearing a dress the deep blue that marks the lady of this house. My dress. The color reserved

Chapter FiveNobody in this building remembers a woman named Wren Ashworth, because that woman doesn't exist anymore.I go by Vera Ashford now. CEO. Founder of the only trading house that moves freely between human markets and werewolf territory, which makes me either indispensable or dangerous depending on which side of the table you're sitting on. Most people choose to treat me as both.Five years does more to a person than time is supposed to. My wolf came in the night my daughter was born, late and violent and nothing like the gentle awakening the old stories describe. I remember the pain of it almost more than I remember the pain of labor. I came out the other side of that night with the same body I walked in with — same soft weight in my hips, same fullness in my face, every feature the old pack used to whisper about still exactly where it's always been — but nothing else about me came out the same. My wolf didn't rebuild me into someone smaller. She rebuilt what was underneath.