All Chapters of Stolen Luna By The Rival Alpha: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Seraphina“I just need a bit more time!” His voice rumbled, shaking the room with its intensity. I held my breath, taking a few steps back, silently hoping he’d just leave. The pressure of Xandriel’s looming threat was already weighing heavily on me, and now the thought of him arriving only added to my anxiety. The stress of having Alexander so close to the battle line, endangering our child, was overwhelming. I understood his concerns, but for a moment, I wished he’d drop the tough-guy act and see me as an equal partner in this.“I’d love to have a good time with you, but it’s just not possible right now. We’ll get your stuff packed up, and you’ll be ready to go by morning. No exceptions. Don’t try to change my mind.” His words were firm, and his tone left no room for argument. The finality in his voice made me feel even more helpless.“Hey, Alexander, I’m sorry, but I can’t leave, and I won’t!” Panic surged through me at the thought of him making plans for me to leave, especially to

SeraphinaI took a deep breath, focusing on counting each one to steady my racing heart. Gradually, a sense of calm began to wash over me. I suddenly became aware of my physical presence and surroundings. I’d swung by Alexander’s place earlier, but when I woke up, he was gone. Xandriel was gone, as if he had never been here. Well, he hadn’t. I took a moment to catch my breath, reminding myself it was all in my head. Even the slightest touch, every gentle scratch, and the warm breath on my neck—I could sense it all, but it was just a memory.I reclined on my damp pillow, feeling the cool, moist fabric against my skin. The clock showed 9 a.m. Alexander hadn’t been around all night; his side of the bed was untouched. I just wanted this to be over. My whole being ached for it. I got comfortable, snuggling up in the blanket, and hoped Alexander had decided to delay the flight. Given that he wasn’t around, I worried he might be busy with arrangements. I gently cradled my belly, which had al

SeraphinaI couldn't help but admire the castle as we strolled through; it was spotless, not a speck of dust or cobweb in sight. The room had a wall adorned with beautiful stained glass, casting a soft, colorful glow across the floors.Other tapestries, like the ones in Alexander's bedroom, adorned the walls of the hallway across from it. The hallway was also decorated with pots of flowers and statues of unfamiliar individuals. Each one had a nameplate made of solid gold, but the inscriptions were too tiny for me to make out. The floors had a carpet runner down the middle, a deep black that perfectly complemented the contrasting colors of the floor. I felt a bit out of place, like I was wandering through a museum or something."I'm heading to the doctor's office at the moment." I could feel my heart racing in my chest as I thought about that witch doctor. Jordan has been the only doctor since then, and he's always been gentle and kind. I trusted him because Alexander did, and I was in

Alexander "We haven’t really won until I have his body in a casket, you know?" I tilted my head back, gasping for breath. Each inhale was a struggle, the pain a relentless reminder of how much more I still had to endure. "I couldn’t do it in front of his kid. I just couldn’t bring myself to.""You’re more skilled than I am," Jeremiah said, his voice heavy with concern. "Hey, boss, it looks like we can’t reach Greece anymore. Everything is completely wrecked. I couldn’t help but think about Seraphina and how she might be feeling. I promised her I’d go back. 'Hey, boss, I gotta grab Jordan, alright?' I struggled to focus on him, my thoughts drifting back to her. I imagined her vividly, looking absolutely stunning, bathed in moonlight like a celestial vision. It felt like a dream—so clear, yet so impossibly distant."Hey there—" Seraphina knelt beside me, her cool touch brushing against my cheek. Her presence was a comforting warmth in the midst of my pain, and I let out a groan, strugg

Seraphina “I’ll be leaving in about an hour. Just need to grab a few things.”We exchanged a brief glance before he stood up and vanished in no time. I slumped down in my seat, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. Resting my head in my hands, I tried to keep it together. No point in crying—he wouldn’t want that. I took a deep breath, giving myself a moment to sort through my jumbled thoughts. Wandering into the parlor, I found myself lost in the sea of antiques and framed pictures scattered across the mantels and side tables. Claudius and Alexander seemed to have a thing for these old artifacts. It felt like they had been collecting them for centuries. The place had this timeless vibe, like it had been around forever. As I strolled down the hallway, a slightly open door caught my eye.Inside, a single picture frame rested on the nightstand, casting a shadow that seemed to whisper sorrow. The room, with its navy walls and gold accents, felt strangely empty. I picked