All Chapters of His Fanged Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Emma.The sound of a car pulling up outside startled me as I stood in the dining hall, wiping the long table. My chores for today were almost done and I was grateful for that. It was afternoon and a stormy one at that. I woke to the sound of rain and it still fell heavily on the roof. I glanced out the window, catching sight of a sleek black vehicle. It wasn’t one I recognized, but something about it looked very intimidating. Shrugging, I went back to my task. A few minutes later, the door swung open, and a woman stepped inside. I froze. She was striking, with sharp blue eyes and styled gray hair. It was the same woman from the city. It was Sonya, Roger's mother and she didn't look like she was glad to see me in the main hall. “And who exactly are you?” she asked, her voice was sweet but she had that arrogance that made me jerk. I fumbled with the glass in my hand, nearly dropping it. “I’m Emma,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper. I wondered if she didn't recognize me f

Emma.It was morning. I had survived the dinner and had a restless sleep. Finally, I was awake, I stretched and yawned, feeling the remnants of a night of restlessness. Just as I was about to get out of bed, I heard a sharp knock on the door. I frowned, wondering who could be visiting me so early. Before I could reach the door, it swung open.Two extravagantly dressed ladies and a gentleman in a golden robe walked into my room.Startled, I jumped up, trying to cover myself up with my flimsy nightdress. "Who are you?" The gentleman in the golden robe stepped forward and bowed. "We were told to come. Instructions from Lord Roger," he said.I sighed, realizing it had to be a mistake. "Lord Roger's quarters are down the hall."The gentleman smiled and repeated himself. "We did not come to see Lord Roger. He instructed us to come to you, Miss Emma."I was stunned He bowed dramatically. "I am Dickson, the finest tailor in the entire city and beyond. I literally make dresses for queens."

Emma.I walked into the estate with Roger, my eyes cast down. I couldn't help my racing heart. I couldn't look into Roger's eyes. My heart was still hammering wildly, like I'd just seen a ghost. And maybe I had. Kael. Kael was in the city. He'd been just a few inches from me. He'd almost taken me back. Roger had saved me. As soon as we stepped inside and he slammed the door shut, Roger turned to me with a fierce look, "Emma, we need to talk." My lips still hurt from the kiss. My hands moved slightly to my lips and I couldn't help but feel his roughness. “Don't do that," he hissed as he watched me slowly touch my lips. Quickly, I put my hands down but slightly bit it. For a second, I could see the hunger in his eyes and I looked down, mumbling an apology. “Are you trying to get in my head or are you just trying to avoid what happened tonight?” I shook my head. I didn't know what to say. "You know what you do to me, don't you?” He asked and with each word, he came closer and c

Emma.Roger couldn't stop pacing. His shirt hung loosely on his frame, partially unbuttoned, and his sleeves were rolled up, exposing the veins in his large forearms. His hair was a disheveled mess, as though he’d been raking his fingers through it over and over. When I stepped into the room, he stopped abruptly and turned to face me. I stood by the door, not knowing what to say to him. How to look at him. “You’re here,” he said softly, gesturing toward the armchair by the window. “Sit. Please.” I hesitated for a few seconds but finally obeyed, sinking into the plush seat. Roger grabbed a decanter from the side table and poured himself a drink. I wondered how his fingers didn't tremble. I wondered how he was holding it all together. “Have you eaten?” he asked as he passed me a glass and then gulped his in one throw. I shook my head. “I’m not hungry.” “You should eat,” he said, almost as if he were speaking to himself. “You’ll feel better.” “Roger,” I cut in. “I’m not int

Emma.I couldn’t breathe. I couldn't say a word. My vision blurred as the scene before me unfolded like a nightmare I couldn’t wake from. Roger’s lifeless body lay crumpled on the ground, his blood soaking into the dirt of the arena. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Thomas’s voice rang out, cheerfully commanding the crowd’s attention, “we have a victor.” I turned my head slowly, my limbs were heavy, my mind numb. Was this a dream? Would I wake and warn Roger to not fight? Was this real? Thomas stepped into the center of the arena, with a triumphant look on his face. “Tristan,” he continued, gesturing toward the Tristan who was still holding the bloodied sword, “has proven his strength and valor today. He is the rightful heir to the estate, and Roger’s foolishness has met the fate it deserved.” I couldn't find words to describe the vile man standing before me. But one thing was for sure. This wasn't a dream. I couldn't possibly think of such cruelty all on my own. This was real. “Rog