Lahat ng Kabanata ng Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

DianeI walked toward him, my eyes watering. I hated myself for it. I hated that a few flowers and some petals could still make me feel like maybe, just maybe, I mattered to him. He hadn't forgotten. He had just been busy. That was the lie I wanted to believe."Julian..." I whispered as I reached him.I accepted the flowers, the scent filling my senses. Julian drew closer, his hands moving to my waist. He pulled me into his chest, the kind of pull that when he normally did, I melted, but I didn’t. I was stiff. As stiff as a log. And then, for the first time in months, he leaned down and kissed me.It was on the mouth. It was hollow. It was short. It felt like a performance, but I was so hungry for affection that I leaned back into the hug anyway. I let my head rest on his shoulder, closing my eyes.“Anything for you, Diane… I love you,” he whispered.My heart ached at those words. My closed eyes opened.Over Julian's shoulder, standing deep in the shadows near the stone archway, was a

Diane.The garden was quiet. The only sound was the wind moving the leaves of the trees. Julian stopped eating. He put his fork down slowly. He looked at me like I had just told a joke that wasn't funny. An expensive joke."What?" he asked, letting out a small, nervous laugh. "Diane, you’re joking, right? You aren't serious."I didn't smile back. I sat up straight. I looked him right in the eyes. "I’m not joking, Julian. I am very serious. I am resuming my pack duties. Starting tomorrow morning, I will be in the office."Julian’s face changed. The "loving husband" mask started to slip. He reached across the table and tried to grab my hand.His skin felt cold.I let him."Sweetie, listen to me," he said. His voice was soft. "You aren't fit for that kind of stress yet. I mean, Diane, we both know. You've… you’ve been sick. You’ve been tired. You need to rest. We both know what the doctor said. The healers. Everyone says you need rest. And that rest is the most important thing for you ri

DomThe morning sun was sharp, cutting through the long, arched windows of the palace hallway like a blade. I stood outside Diane’s heavy oak doors, my back straight and my hands clasped behind me. To anyone walking by, I was just a loyal guard—a statue in a uniform. But inside, my mind was racing with a strange sense of satisfaction.My plan was working.I saw it. I heard the way Diane spoke last night. I felt proud.The memory of it alone gave me a good night’s sleep. And the look on Julian’s face after she had broken the whole thing out to him—It was one of the most satisfying things that I had felt. Enough to make me age ten years backwards.The fact that I had pushed her, and she had finally pushed back, meant she was waking up. But I wasn't a fool. If she was waking up, Julian was already looking for a way to put her back to sleep. A cornered snake is the most dangerous kind, and Julian was currently coiled tight.His next move, I had already predicted. Hence the reason why I w

Diane.The black SUV pulled up to the glass-fronted headquarters of Delta-Pack Industries. I waited for the guard to open the door, my heart beating a steady drum against my ribs.As I stepped out, the gravel crunching under my heels, I felt like a new person here. I felt… almost anxious, like my stomach is fighting to keep me strong. I felt like I would use the toilet.Funny how I was here weeks ago to rant at the board members, and now I was here to claim back my territory. Not a useless, discarded authority.I walked through the lobby, my eyes fixed forward. Dom was right behind me.Every employee I passed stopped and bowed. I could hear their whispers following me like a tail. “The Luna is back?” “She looks... different.” And all those small whispers that were not so small.I was about to walk straight to the elevator that led me to Julian’s office.When…"Ma'am," Freda called, looking at the message on her tab."Yes,""The board is already seated in the main conference room, Luna

The car pulled up to a familiar wrought-iron gate on the edge of the town. My heart felt a little lighter just looking at the place. This wasn't a cold, grey palace or a glass office building. This was Celine’s home. It was a massive, old-fashioned mansion that had once belonged to her father. He had been a high-ranking member of the pack and one of my father’s closest friends. As I stepped out of the car, memories hit me like a wave. I remembered being seven years old, running through these gardens with Celine, hiding behind the thick oak trees until our knees were stained with grass and our lungs burned from laughing. I remembered staying here for weekends, eating stolen cookies in the middle of the night on the kitchen floor. Fun. Old fun. Days of happiness and zero worries. This house was a sanctuary. It was the only place left that felt real. I hadn't been here for… two years or more. "Stay here," I told Dom. He nodded, leaning against the car door, his eyes scanning the