All Chapters of LUNA FOR THE TWIN ALPHAS : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The wheels then began to turn. Eden clamped feverishly in her fingers to the back of the chair, as if a chasm opened under his feet, but she did not protest and was not overwhelmed by tears. Somehow, she had expected this answer, and hearing him say it freed her from a weight.She felt stronger. A great calm took hold of her. She strove to muster all his courage and pride. Crying would be for later, when she would be alone. She was used to it, since she knew he was pregnant. The emergency was the baby. What would become of her?"You are responsible for this child," she replied, ashamed to hear that her voice was trembling, and eager to hide any weakness from him.“It's your duty to assume this birth”Eden was ready to fight tooth and nail for this baby. Her own happiness, her emotions, all that no longer mattered. She would stand firm, no matter what horrible words Ivan would shout at her, and even if he hit her like her father did at the slightest mistake. Could he do worse to

-Milord…The room was small and intimate. Nothing of the large, imposing dining room Eden had expected. Lord Hadleigh, seated by the fireplace, got up and put down the book he was holding.-Good evening, Miss. Chase.That smile, again. It seemed, decidedly, that he smiled willingly, and his playful tone relaxed the atmosphere considerably. Eden felt that, under any other circumstances, she would have willingly flirted with him. Yet, despite the discomfort of her situation, she did not feel threatened by him at all.“I hope you've been able to rest a little and feel better," he said, approaching the rectangular table.New surprise, their two cutlery had not been placed opposite each other. If the viscount were to occupy, as was probable, the armchair at the end of the table, the second and only other covered had been arranged to his right. He pulled the chair himself so that he could sit down.Eden had been pampered by a very amiable governess, who had made her take off her soaked

“But you are indeed the heir to the title. You are wearing it now. You can't want to marry me!”“For heaven's sake, stop worrying about me or Ivan, and think a little about your child. My brother would have abandoned you both. In any case, he was always careful not to take a wife. Do you think I should be grateful to him for being selfish, all because I'm lucky enough to have inherited his title?”He didn't seem to consider himself so lucky, indeed…“The honor of our name requires that, if your child is a boy, he should become my heir and one day be Lord Hadleigh in his turn. This may not be a legal requirement; but moral, certainly. No one will be able to guess that he is not my son: one will naturally think that he is mine, since I will be your husband. We may be suspected, which is not a big deal, that we have anticipated the ceremony a little. At worst, they will say that I am Ivan’s brother, and we will not be surprised more than that... It will make gossip for a week, and that's

At 7:45 a.m. the next morning, Ian, sitting in the sedan, waited in front of the Omega Pavilion, trying to make a to-do list. He was dying to grab the little brandy flask in his pocket and drown in alcohol all the obligations Ivan had bequeathed to him. Especially this one.It would have been intellectually more comfortable to mourn his dead brother. Ian was certainly in mourning, but for a brother he had never had. Of the intimate friend, the companion of a lifetime, whom he would never have the chance to know. For until the end, Ivan, jealous and suspicious, had not allowed anyone to get close to him.Still, rehashing grievances against a brother who didn't love him would not help him in any way. Taking over this almost abandoned estate, taking care of servants and farmers neglected for a long time, putting finances in order... And this last obligation that had fallen on his arms. So here he was going to have to marry the rather stubborn daughter of an obscure country pastor.

Eden bit her lower lip. Apparently, it wasn't just her appearance that worried her. Too bad, it would have been fun to spoil her a little.“It's better not to tell the bishop about my father, right? I'd rather he didn't learn where I am from. Not right away.”Ian nodded. “As you wish.”She nodded too, then remained silent, as if she had nothing more to add. But Ian saw her subtly wipe away a tear. He didn't speak anymore“Here we are: Worcester. See, it's the Royal Fort, on the hill, above the city.”Eden straightened up and tried to focus on the landscape. Ian seemed quite at ease, pragmatic and efficient, regularly diving into his agenda and plotting plans for her. The image she had begun to forge of him the night before - a man who made his decisions at a brisk pace, and who had a taste for risk. She saw him well, a responsible man. The very type of husband you can count on, actually…It was all so strange, so dangerously easy... Finding yourself in a luxurious Car with a visc