All Chapters of Luna's Unwanted Mate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I drove back to the cabin, stopping first at the Kennedys' house. It was a simple brick ranch with a few scraggly bushes in the yard and some hopeful spring bulbs peeking through the dirt. I snuck around to the back door, hoping they wouldn't think I was being too forward, just dropping by to see if there were any messages.As it turned out, they were perfectly happy to help. Stephan even had news, Viktor was considering my request and would get back to me in a few days. I thanked them, trying to hide my disappointment at the vague answer. Back in the car, I drove around the wooded area between their house and the cabins.Parking, I slumped in the seat, a dark cloud hanging over me. "Considering it?" "Get back to me in a few days?" Who did he think he was? Some kind of famous artist? This was a huge opportunity for him! If Greyson liked the article, Viktor could be a star. His name and work splashed across the art world. Galleries, talk shows, sky-high prices for his photos, people

Viktor's POVFrustration bubbled up in my chest as Stephan's laughter echoed through the room. He was just teasing, I knew, but his words stung a little more than they should have."Easy there, Viktor," he goaded, amusement lacing his voice. "If she's just some human female, why let her get to you?"I gritted my teeth. "How many times do I have to tell you? She's not getting to me.""Sure, boss," he said, skepticism dripping from the word. "I must have imagined why you kept Daniel and me away from her yesterday."Heat crawled up my neck. "The less she saw of the pack, the better," I muttered, trying to sound indifferent."And the less she drove herself around with a concussion, right?" he countered, a knowing smirk spreading across his face."She was dizzy," I defended, my voice clipped. "It wasn't safe."Stephan's smirk widened. "And what about last night, Viktor?" I spun around, ready to deny his accusation, but he cut me off with a chuckle. "You said you were going to see Lucy, but

Adriana's povI pulled into a parking spot on Stump River's main street, shutting off the engine. It was Monday morning, and the town was practically deserted. A few cars dotted the street in front of sleepy shops, and pedestrians strolled leisurely on the sidewalks a pace I'd never experience in the Chicago rush.For a moment, I just sat there, absorbing the scene. No exhaust fumes, no angry honking, no towering buildings blocking the sun. Life here seemed impossibly quiet, almost like stepping back in time.I scanned the street until my eyes landed on my target: Miller's Service Station across the way. The low brick building was painted white with a red and blue sign proudly displaying the owner's name and hours. A single pump sat out front, flanked by two large garage bays for repairs. The front office had a big plate glass window, offering a clear view inside no metal bars here, I noted absently. Someone was moving around, but the glare from the sun made it impossible to tell wh

"No? You hopped over my fence on Saturday. You parked outside my place on Sunday thanks for the tip, Stephan and today you planted yourself in the diner across the street, watching my every move. Sorry, sweetheart, but that's stalking.""I wasn't watching your every move.""Correction," he countered, "you couldn't see inside the diner, but every time I stepped out, I felt your eyes burning into me.""I only came out once," I mumbled, crossing my arms and pouting at the building behind him. A beat later, I winced. Stupid! How would I know he only came out once if I hadn't been watching him? Way to blow your cover, Ria.He smirked. "Stalker."I shot him a sidelong glance. Hands shoved casually in his pockets, he wore an expression of infinite patience, as if he could wait all day for my confession.Taking a deep breath, I ruffled my hair, frustrated heat rising to my cheeks. "Okay, okay. Fine. Maybe I was... stalking you a little."A triumphant grin split his face. "See? Admitting it wa

"Yeah. My mother's kind of a free spirit, a hippie type. Fantasy writing phase when I was born, so Adriana it was."Viktor's surprise softened into a genuine smile. "I like it."My blink betrayed my shock. "Well, good, I guess." A laugh bubbled up as a thought struck. "Thankful Mom wasn't in her sewing and quilting stage. Bobbin or Thimble? Can you imagine?"His rich chuckle washed over me, warm and disarming. His scowl seemed to melt away. I felt the tension drain from my shoulders as I looked across the table. This was the man Beth and Ruth had gushed about the charming heartthrob setting Stump River ablaze. Twinkling eyes, a dazzling grin against his scruffy beard - enough to melt glaciers, and apparently, my composure. My heart did a little tap dance, and my mouth felt suddenly parched.Thankfully, Lucy reappeared with cutlery and water. As she took their orders, I stole a moment to gather myself. Viktor might be a looker, but arrogance wasn't a good look on anyone. Ego in check