All Chapters of Stolen Luna By The Rival Alpha: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Anastasia “You’re really starting to resemble your brother in your behavior. But does Gray have your approval? Do you not see that I’m just pretending, or are you completely oblivious? Hey, Dad, he’s a real monster! I’m not gonna come home, I won’t.” I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually saying these words while trembling. “So, what’s the deal with you acting so much like your brother? Hugo totally saved my life! Apologies for not living up to the standards of Uncle Claudius’s flawless offspring, Dad! You’re really going overboard. He’s really had an impact on you, and it hasn’t been positive. I haven’t heard the name Winona in ages. So, this Frederick guy shows up out of nowhere, and all of a sudden they resurface? Seems like there’s more to it than just chance.” He was growling as he spoke, and it was clear that the beast within him was trying to take control. I couldn’t believe how quickly I had managed to upset him over something that was decided by the moon goddess. Everyone

Anastasia I observed, my gaze tracing the swaying vines, attached to a strong physique adorned with recognizable tattoos."Hey, Frederick," I couldn't help but feel my voice break as I witnessed his struggle. He got completely tangled up in the vines and roots, getting pulled along the ground until he was firmly pressed against the wall. "Hey, Frederick!" He let out a loud cry as the wall closed in on him. I got up from the floor and hurriedly crawled towards the wall. I tugged on him among the vines, blood gushing from his skin where they squeezed him too hard. He was really struggling, blood flowing from his mouth, a dark vine constricting his throat."Can you help me out?" I heard her voice echoing behind me once more. I was in tears, shouting and hollering."Hey, Frederick!" I suddenly jolted awake, yanking the covers off my body in an attempt to break free. I felt really trapped. "Frederick," I cried before snapping back to reality. I checked my hands, glad to see that they were

AnastasiaThe drive home was a blur of monotony, the car’s engine humming along as we rode in silence. It wasn’t that we were upset or uncomfortable; it was more like we were both lost in our thoughts, knowing full well what lay ahead.Everyday existence.We’d made a decision earlier, one that we repeated more than once throughout the night. It was exhilarating, like chasing the highest high I’d ever felt. Sex had turned out to be so much more than I’d ever anticipated. I couldn’t shake the powerful pull I felt towards Frederick every time I looked at him.As we approached the grand gates of the estate, its grandeur lit up against the dark sky, I felt a pang of familiarity mixed with comfort. The bedroom windows glowed warmly, and the chandeliers in the front hall sparkled through the glass entryway. We had some really nice stuff here, though we were quite skilled at making a mess of it too. We were just a bunch of lovable screw-ups.I stepped out through the back gate and spotted Hug

Anastasia“This ring has no connection whatsoever.” Frederick leaned back, his muscles tensed and his breath coming out in short, heavy bursts. He looked like he was about to blow a gasket, clearly annoyed with the whole second mate situation. But it wasn’t new to him; he’d already heard the news. “Why would Gray have it, aside from being a Gomez? Gray doesn’t care at all.”“Yeah, it does.” I glanced at him, noting the shift in his expression. His eyes met mine, and for a brief moment, the intensity in his gaze softened. “Hugo said,” he continued, his voice taking on a lighter tone. “Anastasia gets really mad the longer she goes without it.” His words carried the weight of unspoken frustration. It seemed like the ring was a barrier between Anastasia and us, and it made sense why Gray would hold onto it. Anastasia was fiercely independent, refusing to give herself something she couldn’t have.“Oh, what on earth do you think is happening here?” Frederick’s voice dripped with sarcasm. “D

AnastasiaThe house was super quiet, like nobody was home or anything. The billiards remained untouched, beer bottles lay scattered and shattered, and ashtrays brimmed with discarded cigarette butts. There was a strong smell of smoke and alcohol. I found myself back in Pack House Four, greeted by the familiar, unpleasant smell that instantly triggered painful memories.With a couple of deep breaths, I casually turned the corner of the hall and entered his room, which was slightly open. I thought it was pretty strange, but for me, it was way simpler than going up and requesting permission.Man, it was a total mess! Every single drawer was emptied out in a fit of rage, and not a single piece of fabric, not even the carpet, was left untouched. A photo of me was scattered on the floor, with broken glass all around. Man, the clothes I left here got totally destroyed. They were yanked off the hangers and torn to pieces. His anger filled every corner of the room, leaving my heart pounding in