chasing his billionaire Luna 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Chapter TwelveThe private aviation terminal is empty at this hour. Just me, Mila against my chest, and a single attendant who looked at my face and decided not to ask questions when I walked past her with a bag in one hand and a fever-warm child in the other. She didn't write down a manifest. She just pointed me toward the corridor and turned away.The bag is small. The essentials. I've done this before in my head a thousand times. This is the first time I'm doing it for real. Cash. Passports under the name Sarah Mitchell. Insurance cards. Mila's medical records printed and bound. The seizure protocols written out in my own hand so the paramedics in Colorado will know exactly what to do if it happens again. Everything I need to disappear and take her with me.Mila hasn't spoken since we left the hospital. She's pale. Too pale. The fever started climbing the moment Dara pulled me out of the hospital. By the time we reached the terminal, I could feel it burning through her skin.Now it

Chapter Fourteen I stand in the doorway and watch my daughter sleep against Kael's chest. He is still sitting on the edge of the bed where I allowed him to stay six hours ago. The sun is rising outside the hospital window and painting his profile gold. One large hand covers her small back protectively, barely moving as she breathes. The hand of a man who is terrified she might disappear if he uses too much pressure. The other is careful on her hair, fingers barely touching like she might shatter. His head is bent so close to the top of hers that his forehead is almost touching her. He hasn't moved. Not in hours. Not since I gave him permission to stay. The father-bond radiates from him so strongly I can feel it through the mate link. Warm. Fierce. Absolute. It's a thing with weight and dimension. It fills the entire room. It's so different from anything he's ever felt for Rowan that it doesn't even register on the same scale. This is real. This is true. This is what was supposed to

Chapter SixteenVERA POVThe doctor signs the last form with a pen that makes a soft scratching sound against the paper."She's stable enough," he says. "No more seizures in forty-eight hours. Her wolf has stopped fighting itself. She can go home."Mila is stable enough to go home.I have already calculated the safest exit route. The time of day with the fewest pack members on hospital grounds. Early morning. Before visiting hours. Before the nurses change shifts and people start asking questions. The car waiting at the loading dock. The driver Dara sent. Every variable accounted for except the man standing near the door with his hands in his pockets like he owns the space.Kael watches me with quiet intensity. He has been careful in public these last days. No open claims. No announcements about fatherhood shouted to medical staff. But the way his eyes stay on me makes the mate bond tighten under my skin like something with claws. Like it is trying to burrow back in.I do not let him

Chapter EighteenThe ConfrontationTHE CONFRONTATIONVERA POV - Conference Room, Ashford TradingI am mid-sentence, dismantling a proposed merger clause that would bleed this company dry in two quarters, when the glass doors of the conference room slam open.A woman storms in like she owns the building. My secretary Mara is right behind her, face flushed and panicked, trying desperately to do her job."Ma'am, you can't just—"The woman doesn't even glance at her. Doesn't acknowledge her existence. She plants herself at the foot of the long table like she has a claim on this space, eyes locked on me, venom dripping from her smile. I recognize her immediately from the gala footage. I have already built a file on her. I know exactly who she is before she speaks.Freya Cole. The woman who climbed into Kael's bed and thought she had won something permanent."So this is the whore."Every board member freezes. Pens stop moving. The air turns thick.I do not stand. I do not raise my voice. I

Chapter TwentyManeuveredMANEUVEREDVERA POV - Morning, Mila's BedroomI wake before the sun.Mila is still asleep, one small hand stretched toward the empty space where Kael had been. He is already gone from the bed, but the sheets still hold his heat and the faint scent of him. The mate bond is restless, dissatisfied, like a live wire under my skin.I slip out carefully, pull on a silk robe, and head for the bathroom connected to my room. Steam fills the space as I turn on the shower. The hot water hits my skin and I stand there, trying to think of nothing.I am halfway through wrapping a large towel around myself when my foot catches on the edge of the bath mat.I slip.The towel loosens and falls.Strong hands catch me before I hit the marble.Kael.He must have been in the hallway. His arms lock around my bare waist, pulling me hard against his chest. For one suspended second neither of us breathes. My wet skin is pressed fully to the front of his shirt. His heart is hammering a