All Chapters of TAKING BACK MY EX-LUNA: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Alpha Michael's POV: Of course, I knew she lost her mother at a very young age. Not so young because she was eighteen at the time according to Trenton. But we never really talked about it. It wasn't like we ever talked about anything in the first place so there was nothing much to expect. But seeing her talk about her mother in this manner, I knew there was so much she hadn't let out. I knew there was a lot she wanted to talk about but chose not to. I saw it in her eyes, in the way she fidgeted as she spoke and all I wanted to do was reach out to her and take her hand in mine. And when she broke down, I pulled her into my arms because all I wanted to do was comfort her, because I felt the same pain in my chest. I wanted to take the pain from her. I wanted to feel it more than she did and I did. I did feel the pain. She sobbed against my chest, trembling and tugging at my chest as she cried harder. And never for once did my hold on her falter. I held her. I didn't

Catherine's POV: I remained in his arms for a long time and my body relaxed so much I almost slept off. I got accustomed to the scent of his body and his cologne. It had to be the nicest fragrance combination that had ever wafted into my nose and I pushed into him, glad that he got the memo and pulled me in. His chin rested above my head and I could hear his soft breathing and the steady beat of his heart. He kissed the top of my head and pulled away, leaving me empty. He had a smile on his face and he looked down at his feet and kicked a piece of rock close to his shoe before turning to me. "We should start getting ready to go to the lake?" A wave of excitement washed over me and I nodded enthusiastically, pulling him back to the sheets we had spread on the ground. We both packed everything up. I rolled up the blankets while he took the picnic baskets and its content into the car trunk. Soon enough, we were driving down the highway and making our way back to

Alpha Michael's POV: She smelt like cinnamon and coconuts. It reminded me of the beach and this was the closest we could get to the sea—a lake. My fingers sank into her hair as my lips pressed into hers. I could never get enough of her. Even if I had gone tired after we had sex, I still wanted her on me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for another kiss and I smiled against her lips, shaking my head when she pulled away and pulling her back. "Let's remain this way. Please." I whispered into her lips. She nodded and kissed me back. When we were out of breath, she pulled away for a moment and stared into my eyes with a smile on her face. "You look like you want to eat me, Michael." "I want to do more than eating you, you know?" I replied to her. "I want to smell your hair and memorize your scent so whenever you're away or I am, I get to remember how you smell." She nodded and pressed her forehead on mine, sighing heavily. "What do we do wit

Catherine's POV: I was slowly starting to enjoy breakfast and dinner with Michael and the kids. The tension was no longer there and I could easily just speak to anyone without the fear of being talked back to really rudely. Michael constantly added a few chunks of meat into my plate from his as he was already filled up from eating so much pasta. "I've always hated meatballs," he grimaced as he added another one onto Julia's plate. She giggled and showed it to Jason who ignored her. "It's not something I am used to eating. " "The kids wanted it and you also said you wanted to try it out," I knifed through my meat as I continued to eat it. "I see no reason why you're backing out now." Julia giggled. "Daddy, don't you like it?" Harvey grimaced and shook his head. "I mean, I do. But not so much. I can manage to eat the pasta but the meatballs? Ugh." Pushing my seat back, I stood to my feet and walked to the kitchen. Luckily enough, the maids were deep frying meat i

Alpha Michael's POV: The rest of the meeting went by in a blur. I could barely concentrate on what the men were saying. All I wanted to do was walk out of that room and tell the men never to return. These weren't the investors I was expecting. They looked like they were scammers disguising as stinking rich Arabians. Finally, the meeting was over. I shook hands with the men and promised to get back to them before they left and as soon as they did, I turned to my employees. "Who was the one who referred them to us?" They all looked from one person to the other and soon enough, they had their eyes on one of the men seated at the far end of the room. He looked older than everyone here with a pair of thin glasses against his eyes. Pushing to his feet, he nodded. "It was a push notification so I clicked on it and saw that it was a great opportunity. We have had contracts with other Arabian investors and that has always turned out well so I believed it was the s