《Never Reject A Secret Luna Heiress》全部章節：第 171 章 - 第 180 章

When Percy carried Rue from the hall that night, her arm bleeding again through freshly torn stitches, he had been focused only on immediate damage.By the time they reached the car, her breathing had shifted.Her pupils had dilated beyond what pain alone justified. Her jaw had tightened in a way Percy had never seen before.The reopened wound throbbed, but it was not the physical tearing that destabilized her, it was the memory of it.Years ago, when mutated wolves had torn into her, she had learned the language of pain intimately. It had carved itself into her nervous system, embedded into reflex.And now, as Aiden’s grip had ripped through half-healed stitches, the sensation had aligned too closely with that night.Her body remembered before her mind consented.Inside the car, Percy pressed clean cloth against her arm, as Rue stared straight ahead.“I’m so sorry,” Percy said quietly.She did not answer immediately.The pressure against her arm intensified the sensation, the phantom

Rue’s POVA helicopter rescue was the only viable option.Percy caught my wrist gently. “You’re not going.”“I am.”“You were just stitched.”“I can still fly.”His jaw tightened. “C’mon, let another person do it instead.”“I don’t think we have pilots that are experienced enough for that rescue.” I said. “And instead of risking their lives, I’d rather fly…because I know how to.”Percy sighed. He knew better than anyone that when I decided something I couldn’t change my mind.

Vance’s phone vibrated subtly in his inner pocket. He excused himself from a small circle of guests and glanced at the screen.It was a message from Haven.Don’t wander too far. I have something prepared for you tonight.His lips curved.Across the room, Haven stood a few steps away from him, pretending not to look directly at him. Yet she knew precisely when he read it. Their gazes met briefly.He slipped the phone back into his pocket.A servant approached him with a crystal glass filled with deep red wine. The liquid shimmered under the lights, rich and inviting.Vance took it without hesitation.He lifted the glass slightly toward Haven in a subtle toast. She responded with a faint smile. There was something intimate in the exchange, something conspiratorial.He liked that. He liked believing Haven still had feelings for him.Just as he was about to drink, a voice spoke beside him.“Careful.”Vance paused.A man he barely recognized stood near the buffet table, adjusting his cuffl

Rue’s POVI was surprised when Haven arrived moments after I did. I never realized the same TV station would also invite her to the same interview. But it wasn't surprising given that TV fished for drama whenever they could.She wore a pale silver dress. And when she smiled, it was gentle. To anyone watching without context, she looked like the embodiment of grace. The host greeted us warmly, voice bright with anticipation. The audience, though limited, carried an electric undercurrent. Recent events within the pack had already circulated widely. Most prominently was the recent rescue missions and the rumors of internal tension.We took our seats opposite one another.The host began.“Recent developments within the pack have raised questions about leadership structure and crisis management. Both of you hold influential positions in your respective packs. Let’s start with operational oversight…Rue?”I inclined my head slightly.“First of all, thank you for having me over,” I said calm

Rue’s POVI had not left the television station yet. I was halfway down the corridor toward the exit when someone gasped behind me.“Is this real?”Another voice answered, strained and disbelieving. “It’s live.”I turned.A cluster of staff members had gathered around a tablet. One of the interns looked pale, her hand covering her mouth. On the screen, a shaky video feed flickered under dim lighting.For a fraction of a second, I didn’t recognize what I was seeing. Then I did.It was Haven, bound to a chair. Her silver dress now wrinkled, hair slightly disheveled, wrists secured behind her back. A harsh overhead light cast shadows under her eyes, hollowing her expression.I stepped closer without thinking.The livestream interface scrolled rapidly with comments, thousands already flooding in. The viewer count climbed by the second.This wasn’t a private threat, it was a spectacle meant for everyone to see.A masked man stood partially within frame. His voice was distorted electronical