All Chapters of THE STAINED LUNA: An Affair With My Mate's Father: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Anastasia turned over in bed for what felt like the millionth time that night. She sighed deeply and groaned into her pillow, the frustration bubbling up inside her. Sleep was elusive, slipping through her fingers like sand. This was the third time that week Victor was sleeping out, and it disturbed her. Every chance she got to leave the house without Catherine’s hawk-like vigilance, she made her way to the Pierce mansion. But Victor always has something to do, spending little time with her before disappearing and returning only by morning. He never explained where he went, always coming up with a another discussion to divert her attention or simply avoiding the conversation altogether. It was becoming more than just disturbing; it was infuriating.Now, at midnight, she lay awake, worry chewing on her insides. She had sent him a text earlier, and there was still no reply. Sitting up, she grabbed her phone and checked it again—still nothing. Her anxiety spiked as she sent another messa

Anastasia watched as Victor moved to stand in front of her, shielding her from the enraged crowd armed with spears, swords, and torches. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably."Please, don't. You're wounded and they won't stop. They're going to hurt you. Please," she sobbed, clutching his blood-stained shirt.His grip on his dagger tightened, his eyes flickering to the deep, gaping wound in his shoulder. He winced but stood firm, a deep frown etched on his face. "I will let no one lay their filthy hands on you or our child," he said, his voice resolute despite the pain."Please, Vee, for my sake. Please!!" she screamed, desperation lacing her voice.At the front of the crowd, a familiar face came out: Damon, his expression twisted into a sinister smirk. He brandished a bloody, wolfsbane-laced dagger. "I would love to watch but, I have a date. Kill him. I want her alive though," he commanded, then turned away, walking through the middle of the crowd as if he had all the time in t

Victor watched her as she breathed raggedly, coming down from the high. As the last tremors of her climax faded, his touch became gentler, his movements slowed. She threw her head back against his body and shut her eyes, trying to catch her breath, her mouth half open. He found that endearing, cute even. He kissed her temple, his lips soft against her skin."Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low.Ana nodded, her eyes still closed, her body still pressed against his. "Yeah," she whispered. "I am, still trying to catch my breath though."He chuckled softly, and held her for a while longer. The water around them had cooled, but neither of them seemed to notice. They were wrapped in their own world, so focused on each other that the rest of the world could have disappeared and they wouldn't have cared. The power had gone out at some point, but the solar-powered bulbs cast a soft glow around the room, and they still didn't notice.Eventually, he helped her out of the tub, wrapping her and

"It's alright, Laura," The older woman said gently. "Go back downstairs and continue what you were doing. This is just one of Penelope's breakdown moments. You don't have to worry"Laura hesitated. "But Mrs. Torres, I heard—"She shook her head. "I know, dear. But there's nothing you can do right now. Penelope needs her space to work through this. She'll come down when she's ready."Laura glanced up the stairs, for a long moment, then she reluctantly, turned and made her way back to the kitchen.Genevieve Torres watched her retreat to the kitchen before slowly making her way back upstairs. As she reached the top of the stairs, she paused outside her room, listening to the quiet that had followed the storm of noise. She didn't enter; she knew her daughter's need for privacy. Instead, she placed a gentle hand on the closed door, and sighed. Penelope sighed deeply. Her eyes was red and puffy from crying, and they were fixed on the screen of her phone. There, staring back at her, w

Just as she was about to leave the kitchen, she heard footsteps on the stairs. She turned and saw Victor coming down, his hair still damp from his shower and a fresh shirt on. He looked at her with a smile, a look that never failed to make her heart flutter.“Hey,” he called. “Sorry I took so long. Everything okay?”Ana smiled back. “Everything’s fine. Just finished up the dishes. How was your shower?”“Refreshing,” he replied, stepping into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around her. “Thanks for cleaning up. I didn’t know what to wear, so I came down to call my fashion mistress.” He placed a soft kiss on her nose, making her giggle.She leaned into his embrace, savoring the feeling. “No problem. I enjoyed talking to Cecil and seeing Camden’s pack mark. It’s so cute. So, about the clothes, you’ve met the right person. What occasion is it?”Victor chuckled at her sudden attempt at a French accent, pulling back slightly to look at her with a smile. “I have a meeting with a new investo