All Chapters of Stolen Luna By The Rival Alpha: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Anastasia Without warning, Gray tore my shirt right down the middle, the fabric ripping apart in two separate halves. The sudden violence of it left me in shock."So, what's the reason behind your interest in this?" I shouted, my voice echoing with frustration. "What's the point of pursuing someone who isn't interested in you?" The words were out before I could stop them, and I immediately regretted my outburst."Well, it looks like you don’t really have any other options!" Gray’s voice was icy, filled with a cold satisfaction. "I won’t let you be taken by some entitled jock who relies on his brother’s status!" His fingers extended like claws, playfully waving them in front of my face. I watched him, his breathing slow and measured, each exhale a reminder of his dominance."Please, don’t," I whispered, my voice trembling. "I'll let my dad know; I'll fill him in on everything." I tried to move away, my heart pounding as I struggled to distance myself from him. Gray’s hands were relent

Anastasia Jamie waved at me from across the room, looking sharp in a burgundy tuxedo with gold pins on his lapel. His tattoos peeked out from his sleeves and neckline, a constant reminder of Frederick and the intense longing I felt when he was away. I gave him a half-hearted smile, my unease growing. Tonight’s outcome felt like it would shape my entire future. I just wanted it to be over.“Hey, just wanted to say sorry,” Darius said, catching me off guard. He stood right in front of me, his black tuxedo gleaming with gold medals and colorful ribbons. His hair was styled with loose curls held in place by a touch of gel.“Hey, Darius,” I greeted him with a nod, my hands folding together instinctively. He seemed more gentle and kind than hostile or aggressive.“Hey, mind if I join you for this first dance?” He leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear as he spoke. I tilted my head slightly towards my shoulder, feeling his proximity.“No way,” I replied coolly.“Hey Anastasia, can

Anastasia He traced my fingers lightly, and his eyes darkened with desire. "Then, your pretty mouth might let my name slip out.""And then?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper."And then, Ms. Gomez, I’d have you begging me for more." His fingers trailed from my lips to my neck, lightly pressing beneath my jaw. I leaned closer, feeling the intensity of his gaze."And, like, if I do beg you," I said hesitantly, gripping his arms as the snow fell heavily around us. The garden lights barely illuminated the scene."I’d move your legs apart and position myself between them," he said, his voice a low murmur. "I’d savor every moment of our connection, continuing to pleasure you until you were trembling with desire. Even then, I might not want to stop." His words made me shiver, and I struggled to remember how to breathe."I love you," I whispered, my voice trembling as the snow blanketed us in a quiet, intimate cocoon."I really, really love you, more than anything in this world. It

Anastasia "She’s had times when you weren’t around due to your business ventures," Frederick continued, his voice tight with frustration. "Mrs. Gomez has done a fantastic job raising her. She spent weeks with my crew, and Hugo mentioned she hadn't been this excited in ages. You left her vulnerable, and those awful guys you associated with left her with lasting insecurities and self-doubt.""You'll be heading out in the morning, right on time, but without my daughter." Frederick's voice was strained, barely masking the anger boiling beneath the surface. It was clear he was struggling to restrain himself from leaping across the table and attacking my father."Just so you know, your daughter is pregnant," Frederick said, standing up and adjusting his suit jacket with a sharp movement. "I can’t marry her for another two years without your permission, but she won’t be going anywhere for good as long as she's carrying my child. I would have preferred if this had happened differently, but y

Anastasia When we reached my bedroom, Frederick helped me down, his presence solid and reassuring behind me. He had never been in my room before, and I sensed his quiet curiosity as he took in the surroundings.The room felt cold and unwelcoming, the gray walls and off-white curtains casting an unsettling atmosphere. I remembered Hugo’s announcement of heading out with the new pack to kick off the Northeastern Division. That day had marked a turning point, leaving me shattered and dragged back into a life I loathed. My room now seemed to absorb all the pain and loneliness I felt."How did you figure out the location of my room?" I asked, my voice slightly shaky. I slipped off my heels, letting them fall into a haphazard pile beside the bed. The bed itself sat untouched in the darkness, a silent witness to my isolation. It had been over a month since I last slept here, and returning felt disorienting.Frederick observed as I removed my heavy earrings and placed them on the dresser, th