Todos os capítulos de THE SPARE LUNA: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

Anger surged through me. I stared at Aria, unable to believe she had actually said those words in front of Deucalion and his father. ‘Not that thing standing next to him.’ Something inside me snapped. I walked straight toward her. Aria took one step back. “What are you doing?” Before she could say any other thing, my hand flew across her face. And landed on her cheeks The sound filled the study. Aria’s head turned with the force of it. She slowly brought her hand to her cheek, staring at me in complete shock. Nobody spoke. The Blackridge Alpha looked at me. Deucalion looked furious. Aria’s eyes quickly filled with tears. “You hit me,” she whispered. “Yes,” I said coldly. “And I would do it again if you call me a thing, one more time.” She looked at Deucalion as if expecting him to comfort her. “Deucalion…” His eyes remained on me. “Malia.” I said nothing. “You will not raise your hand against Aria again.” He said. My anger returned. “She insulted me first.” “That do

“Her.” The word stayed in the room. I stood beside Deucalion, staring at the man who had just said it. His eyes were still fixed on me, and I did not like the way he looked at me. “She looks beautiful.” He finally smiled. “I am Alpha Lucius of the North.” He opened his arms slightly. “Welcome to my territory.” Deucalion’s expression remained cold. “We did not come here for a welcome.” Lucius laughed. “I can see that.” The doors behind us suddenly closed. I turned. Several armed wolves stood around the room. Some carried swords. Others had their hands near their weapons. My stomach tightened. Deucalion noticed. “Are we guests or prisoners?” Lucius leaned back in his chair. “Guests, for now.” His eyes returned to me. I stepped closer to Deucalion. Lucius smiled again. “Where's Damascus Blackridge? He's the one I was expecting. Let us discuss the reason you came.” We sat around a long wooden table. “My father has other things to attend to. I can handle all the matters

He did not give me time to speak. Deucalion’s hand was still locked around my breast when he shoved me harder against the wall. The thin nightdress did nothing to hide how hard my nipple already was under his palm. He squeezed once, roughly, then tore the fabric down my shoulder. “You should have let Aria come instead,” he growled against my ear. “You should have stayed in this house where you belong. Maybe the meeting wouldn't have ended that way.” I tried to push him away. “Get off me.” He caught both my wrists in one hand and pinned them above my head. His other hand yanked the nightdress the rest of the way down until it hung at my waist. Cool air hit my bare skin. His mouth closed over my breast, sucking hard, teeth scraping the sensitive tip until I gasped. “Deucalion, stop.” He ignored me. His free hand shoved between my thighs. Two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. I was already wet. He felt it and let out a low, angry sound. “Even now your body

The next morning, I woke up before sunrise. For a few seconds, I forgot where I was because of how tired I was from crying all night. Then everything came back. The warning. The tears. The message I had sent during the night. I reached for my phone immediately. Nothing. No reply yet from her. I checked again, hoping I had somehow missed it. There was still nothing from my friend. My chest tightened. I typed another message, then stopped. If she was in danger too, sending more messages might make things worse. I placed the phone beside me and forced myself out of bed. I could not stay locked inside my room forever. By late morning, the house was unusually busy. Servants hurried through the halls, carrying trays and arranging flowers. Guards stood near the main entrance. Voices filled the courtyard. I stopped one of the maids. “What is happening?” She looked surprised that I did not know. “There is a gathering today, Luna.” “A gathering?” “Yes. Three major packs are meeting

The sound of my slap still echoed through the hall. For one second, nobody moved. Then the Blackridge Luna stepped forward. Her face was filled with fury. “How dare you!” Before I could react, her hand struck my other cheek. My head snapped to the other side. Silence swallowed the room again. I slowly turned back. Both of my cheeks were burning now. Deucalion looked at his mother in shock. Even he had not expected her to react that quickly. I touched my cheek and stared at the Luna. “So he can hit me, but the moment I hit him back, I become the villain?” Her eyes hardened. “You raised your hand against the First Son of Blackridge!” “He raised his hand against me first!” “He is my son!” “And so what? Does that mean he can do as he pleases?” My voice rang through the room. The Luna took another step toward me. “That does not give you the right to strike him.” I laughed bitterly. “But it gives him the right to strike me?” “That is not what I said.” “You didn’t have to.”