All Chapters of The Rejected Luna Twin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"My daughter is the traitor that we all seek. She is the only one that has betrayed us," Hendrix concluded."Your daughter?" Alpha Kingston asked. "If I'm not mistaken, the same daughter you cast out?"Damien furrowed his brows at the Alpha's words. Yes, Damien knew that Alpha Hendrix had twin daughters but that was as far as he knew.He did not know their names or what they looked like. He never bothered to know. None of it interested him. He hated twins and anything that had to do with twins always turned him off.But he did not understand why Alpha Kingston's statement had rang a bell in his head. He wanted to shrug it away like he always did for matters that had to do with twins but for some reason, there was curiousity fighting to be given justice."You cast a daughter of yours our?" Damien asked. He had not known it when his lips formed the words and spoke up.This action surprised Kai. Kai gave him a surprised look."Since when did you start caring about twins?" Kai asked in a

Aria didn't know how to react to the information she had just gotten from Camille. She had always thought about her mate and why Camille didn't have any but she didn't realize it was because of this.“So, what happened?” she asked the dreaded question.Camille chuckled humorlessly. “What do you think?”There was a twinkle in her eyes that gave her shudders as she stared at Camille. Could it possibly be that her mate had joined the werewolf hunters? The look in Camille’s eyes told her all she needed to know and Aria felt sorry for her. “Camille, I'm so sorry,” Aria apologized.Camille waved her off, wiping the stray tears running down her cheeks. “I'm fine. These damn tears just keep popping out,” Camille chuckled.Aria could see the sadness in her eyes and the fact that she wasn’t acknowledging her feelings made it worse.Camille was in denial.She would have a long conversation with Damien whenever he returned from his trip. If not because they were werewolves and immortal except

“No! Why don't you just cut off my toes all in the name of filing my nails,” Ellie scolded her servant who shook in fear as she held tightly to the nail file in her hand. It was afternoon, one of the very points in the day Ellie's mood swings got the best of her. The next nine months we're probably going to be the worst days in the lives of the workers who tended to Ellie. One minute she's asking for a heavily prepared meal or a freshly haunted reindeer, the next she just wants water with sugar.Even Gerald, her husband, had his own share of her daily tantrums.Ellie scratched roughly through deep brown hair as she stuffed her fingers in the bowl of popcorn next to her. On her left was also a bowl full of sugar cubes and in front of her was the latest episode of her favourite series airing. And as carefully as Gabby was caring for Ellie's pedicure was the intensity of the latter's irritation with someone constantly tugging at her toes. It had just been a few days ago when he found o

Victor had a naughty boy smile on his lips as he showed her his pinga, as should be indelicately termed for a youthful man like him. He sat on the bed which seemed to have been made exactly for what he yearned for that instant. Victor leaned back in the shadows, while the lady stood by the bathroom door. Merely set his eyes on her stunning naked frame, damp with sweat and desire. Like a mold of clay hardened up by the touch of the sun, his huge manpower stood erect. That thing burning that burned in the light of the window was pure and thick like the magical branches told in the stories, which we never got to see. She watched the paradise between his legs, as it sprouted like a vine, carried aloft by a powerful vein precisely dividing his body, and flourished upwards top branches of a tree would spread.“Come over here,” he called to herShe stood nude in the lamplight and all she had on were White embroidered cotton stockings that were held up by elastic bands around the thighs. Vi

The chaffeur turned down the volume of radio down on the command of his employer. Mr Mateo Actona, the wealthy CEO of a construction company was in the back seat, loosening his tie and staring out into the cool streets of Munich. Exhausted, after attending one meeting after the other. Weren't there just too many meetings to be attended in just one day, by just one person? All the sixty-four year old wanted at that very moment was to get home and have some hot dinner, get to see he face of his wife and daughter for the second time in the day, feed Ben, his dog some biscuits and then snuggle peacefully under his duvet till whenever next the alarm cries again. Both the employee and his employer both had plans for the night, but it seemed like the exotic car that harboured them had plans of its own as it began to jerk in a funny kind of way. There are barely any cars in the street as it was pretty late into the night. Having ones car in such a condition would have probably been a hassle