All Chapters of THE LUNA I NOW CRAVE: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Vanya's POV I glanced up to see Emilia, her eyes glistening with tears of pride and love. She held a handkerchief to her face, and I could see the joy radiating from her, a mirror of my own emotions. It was a beautiful reflection of our journey together, and in that moment, I felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the support she had always given me. I glanced beside her, biting the smiles on Tara, Angel, and Maureen's faces. My employees, a few inches from my family, were looking at me with such love that melted my heart that I couldn't help the tears that slid down my cheeks. Vladimir winked at me, giving me a slight nod and a broad smile. The hall was filled with the soft murmur of whispers and laughter, creating an atmosphere charged with joy. Friends exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with excitement. Then my gaze drifted to the altar, where Tristan stood, looking dashing in his tailored suit. His face was a mixture of disbelief and pure love as our eyes met.

Vanya's POV He giggled and broke out into a genuine laugh. One of its kind. A laughter that came from deep within his soul. And I couldn't have asked for more from Celeste. The laughter finally died down, and we just stood, watching each other, none of us breaking eye contact. He carefully sat me down on the bed, not breaking eye contact. My hands went to face, brushing away strands of hair, then moved to his cheeks and his lips before my eyes went back to his eyes. He squatted there, watching me before I leaned in and gave him a brief kiss. I moved back. "That's it?" It was the calm in his voice that made me laugh. "You're hungry," I replied getting up from the bed. "Let's eat. " Before I could get a reply, I walked to the door of the bedroom and into the sitting room. It was when I got to the exit that he leaned at the door of the bedroom pouting. "I don't know you were the teasing type." He grumbled walking towards me. His voice dropped an octave. "Perhaps I have a lot to

Vanya's POV "Tristan!" Her voice came out almost like a shriek and a crashing sound followed suit accompanied by her unsteady breathing... And their others. Shit the twins. "What's wrong?" Tristan had straightened up, and my face had gone pale. "Rouges." She said, her breathing still unstable, her voice barely audible. "Is that daddy?" Andrew's voice came on. "Shh." She shushed him up. "They had gotten in while we were out. But we had seen them before they could see..." A loud sound came from the phone, like furniture being shifted against the tile floor before we heard the twins scream. "Shit!" Angel exclaimed, and the line went dead. "No!" My hands flew to my mouth as I sprang up from the bench, the ice cream in my hands finding refuge on the floor. "Vanya." Tristan turned me to him. "Breathe. They're going to be fine." "We need to leave. Now." "I know." "You'll have to call your men to come pick up the bags." He nodded. We boarded a cab with nothing but the clothes on

Vanya's POV Marco still looked at me, his hands in his pockets. My wolf lurched, a bone in my hand cracking. Emilia screamed, taking two steps back while Marco's eyes widened at the broken bone in my arm. I snapped my hand up, snapping the bine into place I was so angry I couldn't feel the pain. "Was this why you took me in when I had nowhere to go? Guilty conscience?" I laughed. "That was what the both of you were speaking about when I met you in your room wasn't it?" Emilia's face turned pale, but Marco was unflinching. "You treat me like your fucking daughter when you had a hand in my father's death. And to believe he called you friend. To believe he believes in you to take care of me. To be my second home." The tears pricked my eyes, one finding its way down. But Marco just stood there, staring at me like I was a hurt puppy who had lost its way. My wolf snapped again, a bone in my shoulder and my left arm breaking, alongside other bones. I lurched for Marco but Emilia caught m

Tristan's POV "You should have found out!" I yelled a her. "What?! You expected me to eavesdrop on their conversation?!" Before I could reply, she added. "What is wrong with you?! You've barely been married a month and you're already acting like a big bad dog!" I took some steps towards her. "You don't get to speak to me like that! And after all that happened, she shouldn't be out there alone!" "When has she never been able to handle herself?" She threw at me, contempt in her voice. "When you weren't officially mated, it was eight bodyguards, now the whole world knows, you might actually keep tabs on her every movement. In case you don't know brother, it's spying and a sign that your suffocating, over protective nature that cost our mother her life, is resurfacing again! " The room stilled, I stilled and so did she when she realized what she has just said. I took steps backwards, watching her as I shook my head in utter disbelief. "Wow Angel. Just wow!" "Tristan I'm sorry." "N