Lahat ng Kabanata ng SHATTERED AND TEMPTED: Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

FREYA POV“It’s really Luna.” “Yes, my daughter.”I didn't just walk; I ran. My feet pounded against the floor until I reached her, collapsing to my knees to meet her at her size. I still couldn’t believe it. My hands were shaking as I reached out, grabbing her tiny shoulders just to make sure she was solid, that she was really here."Luna... Luna," I muttered her name over and over again.As we crashed into a hug, those motherly hormones surged through me, a fierce, protective heat that made my chest ache. I fought back the tears, refusing to let them blur this moment. I had no idea how Steve had pulled this off, or what he’d had to do to get her here, but all that mattered was that my daughter was right here in my arms.I closed my eyes and embraced the moment. I was so glad she ran back to me. Now I could finally believe that her telling me she hated me was just the angry words of a child.Over Luna’s shoulder, I looked up at Steve. I expected a look of triumph, or maybe a soft smi

STEVE POVI heard the sound of the door click closed from the bathroom as Freya left the room. I stood there, frozen, just listening to her footsteps fade down the hallway. Tap. Tap. Tap.“Ouhhhh,” I let out a long, jagged moan, holding my cock with a tight grip.I was standing under the shower, the water dripping over my face and chest, but it wasn't doing a damn thing to cool me down. My cock was so hard it was actually painful, pulsing and aching until my head started to spin. I was a complete mess. Even after what I just did to her—the way I made her submit—it wasn't enough.The urge to run out there naked, grab her by the waist, and drag her back into this room was eating me alive. I wanted to lock that door and never let her see the sun again.“Ooh... no.”I closed my eyes and started thrusting my hand, fast and rough, while picturing her face, her scent, and the way she sobbed when she finally broke. I pushed myself hard, my jaw locked until it ached, then finally felt that sha

FREYA POV“Should I say I’m dumbfounded?” “Yes. I am.”I have been standing here for a long, agonizing minute, just staring at the car keys, while my mind is still in a total battlefield—a mess of conflicting thoughts that I can't seem to untangle. My head just keeps playing back the last few minutes, specifically the way Steve reacted—or rather, the way he didn't.It was so different from last time. I mean the last time Mark’s name had even come up, Steve looked like he was ready to tear the world apart with his bare hands. He’d been explosive, terrifyingly possessive, and loud. But now? Now that I was actually telling him I needed to go see the man, there was nothing. No flare of temper, no blocking my path, just that cold, hollow silence. It was an unexpected reaction that unsettled me more than his rage ever could. It felt like the heavy, still air right before a tornado hit.

FREYA POV The ringing in my ears was louder than the explosion of the bottle. I stood frozen. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird, and for a split second the old me wanted to curl into a ball and scream. I could feel the cold sweat breaking out on my skin while my hand still hovered near the door handle, trembling just a fraction. I didn't let it drop, though. I forced my spine to stay straight even though my knees felt like water. I couldn’t breathe or move; I suddenly felt it. A warm, slow tickle started at my hairline and began to roll down my forehead. I reached up, and my fingers grazed the skin. It’s blood. A tiny piece of glass must have flown and slid across my skin. I looked at the red on my fingertips, and a dark, slow smirk moved at my mouth as I realized what just happened. One inch to the left. If he had aimed just one inch to the left, that bottle wouldn't have hit the wall. It would have hit me. The silence that followed was suffocating.

STEVE POVI looked down at how hard Freya was holding my wrist. Her fingers were digging into my skin, shaking, and the last thing I expected from her right now was to see a gaze of pity for this piece of shit on the floor.I looked at her face, seeing the way she was looking at Jax—one of my best men, a guy who doesn't know how to stop until I tell him to. She was pleading with me. With just a look, she was begging me to stop him from shooting Mark. After everything this ass had done to her, I looked at the shattered bottle on the floor and then back at the blood dripping down her forehead. I couldn’t believe she still had enough heart to want him to breathe.It made my blood boil. It made me want to grab the gun from Jax and finish it myself just to teach her that some people don't deserve mercy.“Steve... please...” she whispered.She barely managed to get the words out. Her voice was thin, like paper tearing, and before