Claiming his Runaway Luna
And if I didn’t… we may lose our son forever.
As morning comes, Lucian’s phone buzzes again on the bedside. He snatches it up, eyes narrowing with fatal rage as he reads the message. Without a word, he throws the blankets away and stands, naked and strong in the early light.
“What is it?” I whisper, terror lancing through my chest.
His silver eyes lock into me, burning with lethal purpose.
“They’ve taken Aaron.”
I sprang upright in bed, heart hammering into my ribs. Lucian’s glare caught me from across the room where he stood nude in the faint dawn light, muscles coiled tight, phone clasped in his big hand.
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