All Chapters of Craving My Ex Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Dante:Erica was looking at the men in shock. Her mouth was covered with her hands and her eyes were wide open.I stood up in alarm and saw the blood trail on the floor.“What is the meaning of this?” I demanded angrily.My guards fell before me, bowing low to the ground, not minding the bloody pool beneath their feet.“Alpha Dante, we were doing a patrol of the border and we found that the east border was left unguarded. We began to look for the guard on duty but instead, we found this.”They opened the sack and a bloody head rolled out. Its eye sockets were empty as if his eyes had been plucked out. His tongue hung at the side with reckless abandon and a terrible stench filled the air of my meeting hall.Erica was horrified and she jumped back in fear, trying her best to get as far away as possible from the severed head.“Why would you bring this to me?” I roared angrily I couldn't tell what was enraging me: My bloody floor, Erica's fear, or the fact that one of my guards had been

Clarissa:I took a cab back to my new house but the entire time, I was on edge. I always felt a shiver down my spine and breathing down on my neck like someone was watching my every move.I clutched my bags closer and tightly. I knew why I was on edge.I couldn't close my eyes. Each time I did, I saw Lorenzo's furious eyes staring into the depths of my soul.I could see the murderous intent in them when I told Erica about my new boyfriend.His stare sent shivers down my spine but yet, part of me felt satisfied. He said he only saw me as his slut. If that was what I was to him, then why was he jealous? Why was he jealous that I was with someone else? Was he supposed to be concerned with what I did?I hurried up to my room and decided to take a shower. I was hot and anxious and I needed to calm down. The thought about how I lied to Erica and the look on Lorenzo's face was enough to give me anxiety for days.I admired my bedroom as I took off my clothes. This house was a really good pur

Lorenzo:I was furious when I came in but my anger disappeared and I watched her struggle in my grasp.“Where are you taking me?"“Shut up and go upstairs, Clarissa."She immediately became quiet and followed me like an obedient little lamb. I could feel her heavy breathing and when I sniffed the air, I could smell her arousal.She was wet already? She was such a slut.I felt my trousers and let out a sigh. I was so hard that it hurt.I had followed Clarissa as she left our home. When she told Erica about her boyfriend, I was filled with so much anger and jealousy.I had to leave the house. I couldn't let Erica see me that way or it would ruin everything.I was at a bar that was close to our house and waited patiently, sitting at the window and ordering drink after drink.I knew that Clarissa was going to go back to that bastard and I was determined to wait. It all paid off and I was finally here.I opened the door of one of the rooms and pulled Clarissa inside.She yelped a little an

Lorenzo: I woke up and felt around the bed. Empty. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. Clarissa wasn't in bed anymore. Her side of the bed was ice cold. I looked at myself and I was still stark naked from the night before. My cock was up and I couldn't help but smile as I saw it and remembered my ravenous night with Rissa. Her moans were magnificent. It felt so completing being inside of her… “No, no, no." I shook my head vigorously. What was I even thinking? Rissa was a maid. I couldn't accept her as a mate. Was I starting to have feelings for her? I sighed as I planted my feet on the floor. I had always had feelings for her but I couldn't accept them. She was a maid. I was married to Erica and I had so much more to gain with her. I said nothing more and got out of bed. I walked to the dressing mirror and looked at my face. My hair was a mess and I smelled like her juices. Another smile crept over my lips again. She might have been a maid but she was juicy. I had never met anyo

Erica:I was up in the morning and it was quiet. I had barely slept a wink. I had stayed up all night waiting for Lorenzo.I had stayed in the living room but he never came. The kids decided to wait with me–I never told them why I was up–but they fell asleep an hour after and I carried them up to their rooms.I waited for a while but the living room got chilly and I had to go to my warm bed. I lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking about how I could make it up to him but sleep crept up on me and I dozed off.I sat up and I decided to go downstairs. The stairs creaked a little. My eyes darted around but there was no unusual movement.I bit my lip and sighed. Maybe he slept in the guest room again.I got to the door and it was firmly shut.I knocked.“Lorenzo? Are…are you in there?”There was no answer and I began to worry."Lorenzo?”Still no reply. Was he still sleeping?I took the initiative and opened the door. The bed was still laid neatly and it seemed nothing had bee