All Chapters of Stolen Luna By The Rival Alpha: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Anastasia He casually shed his clothes, one piece at a time, until he was left only with his dog tags. I gave him the same privacy he had given me, turning my gaze away. It was oddly amusing; we had been naked together before, but now there was this strange tension between us.He eased into the tub behind me, straddling it with one leg on each side. The water gently rippled, creating a soft sound that filled the quiet bathroom. I could feel his eyes on me, sending shivers down my spine.I was startled when his hands suddenly made contact with my back. His fingers traced the marks and bruises with a light touch, creating a soothing sensation. His touch was gentle and almost refreshing, starting at the base of my neck and moving down to my shoulders. His fingers traced along my spine, exploring the contours of my bones and the curves of my hips with a delicate caress.“How much does it hurt?” he asked softly, his fingers trailing down my arms. I closed my eyes, savoring the intimacy of

Anastasia “Hey, why don’t you come home with me? Otherwise, Frederick might just have to give in to my charm.” My father’s voice was cold and detached, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. He turned to look at me with a nonchalant expression, his gaze a mixture of indifference and satisfaction. “You’re completely defeated. He has such control over you that you’re even arguing with me about it. Whether we’re friends or not, I won’t let you stay with him. You were never like this!”“Do you really think Frederick did that?” I demanded, my voice trembling with frustration. “Why are you deciding for me?” The anger and hurt bubbled up inside me, a reflection of all the pain I had been trying to hide. “I know what happened between you and Mom. We’re all on the same level—no one is superior to anyone else! You made me miss school, you trapped me in that house, and you never wanted this to happen!” My chest heaved with each breath, and the nausea that had been lurking seemed to

Anastasia I gently tapped on the heavy wooden door, but no one answered. A sinking feeling settled in my chest, and I let out a shaky breath. After taking a deep, steadying breath, I turned the knob and pushed the door open.The room beyond was serene and impeccably arranged, the epitome of calm. I stepped inside and let the door close softly behind me.I sank onto the bed, enveloped in the comforting scent of his cologne and warmth. The sheets were as soft as I remembered, and the pillows felt like clouds beneath my head. The room was bathed in soothing darkness, a cocoon of peace where I could lose myself. I curled up on my side, clutching the blankets, allowing the familiar scent to wash over me. I never wanted to leave this sanctuary.Yet, my thoughts drifted to Kayln, stirring a pang of jealousy. Even though he claimed he didn’t love her, the thought of him being with her, maybe even in this very bed, stung. Jealousy felt so unbecoming, a bitter reminder of how Frederick’s charm

Anastasia I leaned back on my knees, watching him as he turned to face me, his expression full of concern and emotion. "This test should be done before any final decisions are made. If that’s my kid, you ain’t going anywhere in this area.""I won’t," I replied, meeting his gaze. His eyes were a striking blue, veins pulsing steadily in his neck. As the seconds ticked by, his features seemed to shift, a subtle change that hinted at the tension in his body. "I couldn’t go home knowing that, if the baby is yours," I added, though I was confident he wouldn’t harm me, the anger I had stirred in him was unsettling."I’d like to get the test done!" Frederick approached, grabbing the sheets near me with a sense of urgency, being careful not to touch me directly. "I really don’t care about anything else; I just want to do what’s best for you and our baby!""Hey, Frederick!" I yelled, trying to snap him out of his fixation. He looked up, his surprise evident as he scanned my face for any sign o

Anastasia He slammed his hand down on the desk, mimicking a judge’s gavel. His stance was commanding, his tie swaying over the scattered papers. His eyes flickered between their usual color and a vivid sea green. “So, Gray said, ‘Yo, I saw this dude straight up attacking you at the baseball game!’ And Frederick was all like, ‘Oh no you didn’t!’ and went after him.” He shrugged, recounting Frederick’s injuries with a dismissive wave. “He came back home with cuts and bruises, just like his buddies. He’s just a loyal fighter for Hugo, nothing more!”“Gray is totally lying!” I snapped, frustration bubbling over as I confronted my dad.“Or are you trying to cover something up?” he shot back, his voice tinged with suspicion. “After I brought your mother home, she was dead set on returning to Xandriel. I won’t let you go through that again!” His finger waggled in the air, a stern reminder of his authority, his gaze unyielding. “Why won’t you believe me? I’m your father!”“I’m telling you th