All Chapters of Training the Luna: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

[WARNING: Explicit sexual content in the first part of the chapter. Read at your own risk!] Keegan POV: God, she was beautiful while she slept. None of the worry, her dark past, and uncertainty were on her face as she lay peacefully on the plush pillow. Her hair seemed longer even though she'd been gone for a little less than two weeks. It was ridiculous to think such a thing, but I couldn't help it. Her lips were in that soft, natural pout that always made me crave a taste and test their softness with my mouth. One of her delicate hands cushioned her cheek, as the other lay over my heart. "So beautiful," I whispered, kissing her cheek. Her slim thigh urged me to move, to accommodate her, allowing it to slip between my legs. My fingers skimmed her hip as she moved, and I could feel the muscles stretch under my touch. I wanted my hands on her, all over. I reminded myself that she had to sleep since she had very little of it for weeks. I kept myself from seeking more of her warm sil

Benedict Moore POV:It had been three days since the explosion occurred, the one that sent my already spiraling life into a tailspin. On nearly constant rotation was the news feed of me threatening to kill Clement Slater, the encounter at the funeral, and Vianne's shooting. Occasionally, one of the broadcast's remembered that my son was dead, murdered by his wife, but it was already old news.What everyone seemed to focus on was me, and because of that, my world was crumbling around me. A life that took me years to build. To give me more than what my past could let me have. After my parents died when I was a child, the Smith family took me in and saved me from a terrible life.However, it wasn't an easy one. We were barely a step above the poverty level and though we learned to live off the land, I needed more. I was a small lad back in my youth and it was my larger brothers that protected me, aware of my intelligence and because I was family.By the time

Keegan POV:It was something I felt more than once in my life. When Mike’s father walked away after being partially responsible for his son's life and when Blake dared to use Claire to lure me out.The second I was done with taping her hands, she started balancing herself on her toes, dancing circles around me. I did my hands as best as I could and tossed the rest of the tape aside. When our eyes met, the anger was still there but there was something else, too. I wasn't sure what, but I had a feeling she didn't think this shit would help. I knew deep down it would.She rolled her shoulders, psyching me out with what looked like a right hook but swung with her left. "I'm not sure what you're hoping to accomplish here," she said, blocking my knee to her stomach.I kept my eyes on hers. "You're angry, Vianne."Her lips curled on one end. "I have every right to be angry." I landed a punch to her arm and another to her chest. She shook them off ea

Keegan POV:Days after that, I decided to do some checking up on my parents so that I know what was going on when I called them. Vianne had been pushing me to do so since we agreed to leave the following week for my hometown. We even had simple wedding arrangements made via email and telephone, thanks to Vianne. She was desperate to continue planning, but she said we couldn't get married in the city of my former home without my parents knowing."With our luck, we'll bump into them the second we land, or at the hotel," she tried to reason with me. I watched as she paced the area in front of my desk, scowling at my stalling tactics. She understood my fear, but considering that we were supposed to leave for our destination in a few days, she was starting to get angry with me.She had a point. Until she decided to withhold sex until I made the call to my family. She had to be joking. "No, I'm not joking," she hissed, placing her hands on her hips, glaring at me from

Keegan POV:I gave her a wary smile, not sure what else to say to her. "Sorry it took so long to get my head out of my as—" Vianne smacked my arm.Claire giggled. "Daddy was going to say a bad word," she said brightly and looked at my mother. "Maybe you need to wash out his mouth with soap, Grandma." Her eyes widened and she gasped. "I forgot to ask! Can I call you grandma?"She cocked her head to one side as she looked up at Mom. Her curls were tumbling to the side as one of her lethal dimples came out to play, adding to the look of angelic innocence in her wide-eyed gaze.She was good.There was no awkwardness in her voice when introduced to someone new. Instead, she embraced this connection quickly, wanting to get acquainted with my mother. Who could resist a face like that? I looked at Vianne and whispered, "When she gets old enough, I'm going to invest more money in the security system. Maybe we can get some high-powered guns to shoot any boy on sight."Vianne slapped my stomach