All Chapters of From Rejected to Resilient: The Alpha's Supermodel Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Isla lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind racing with thoughts of Liam and the weight of the secrets she was carrying. She knew he was busy with his pack duties, and she couldn’t help but think that if he weren’t, he wouldn’t have let her get out of bed. The thought made her smile, imagining how he would have kept her there, wrapped in his arms, lost in each other’s warmth and passion. They could have spent the entire day and night together, exploring every inch of their connection. But duty called, and she was left with a rare moment of free time.With a determined sigh, Isla decided to take advantage of her day off. She needed to clear her mind and gather her thoughts, and there was no better place to do that than at her friend Maria’s house in New Jersey. Maria had always been a source of comfort and wisdom, and Isla felt that she could use her friend’s insight now more than ever.After a quick shower and a change of clothes, Isla hopped into her car and made the drive to M

Liam's room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm ambiance. He lay on the bed, his muscular body relaxed yet exuding an air of anticipation. His ocean-blue eyes, intense and piercing, scanned the doorway as he awaited Isla's arrival. The scent of her unique perfume lingered in the air, a subtle hint of her presence, and it sent a shiver of desire down his spine.As the door opened, Isla stepped into the room, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. She was a vision of beauty, her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, and her tall, slender figure draped by a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination. Her big, busty chest heaved with each breath, the nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric."Liam," she began, her voice soft and slightly trembling. "I wanted to ask your permission for a trip—"But before she could finish, Liam was off the bed, his tall, muscular frame closing the distance between them in a few swift stri

Isla settled into the plush backseat of the luxury car, the leather seats enveloping her in comfort as Maria slid in beside her. The driver, a well-dressed man with a professional demeanor, started the engine, and they were soon gliding down the road toward Maria’s grandmother’s house in the coastal areas of New Jersey.As they drove, Isla couldn’t help but marvel at the opulence surrounding her. “I can’t believe your grandmother is rich enough to live in a beach house mansion in the New Jersey coastal areas,” she said, glancing out the window at the passing scenery. “But you live in the suburbs?”Maria chuckled, her eyes sparkling with pride. “Yes, my grandmother is very rich. She prefers to live away from the family, though. It’s her sanctuary.”“Wow,” Isla replied, her mind racing with possibilities. “If you inherit her properties, then you’ll be rich too!”Maria shrugged, a playful smile on her lips. “Yes, I will. But I’m not counting on it. I just want to make my own way in the w

Isla felt the cold metal of the cuffs biting into her wrists as she was led through the back door of the beach house mansion. The salty breeze from the ocean whipped around her, mingling with the scent of the sea and the faint aroma of luxury that surrounded the estate. Each step on the marble pathway felt heavy, weighted with the gravity of her situation. She glanced over her shoulder at Elara, who stood waiting near the yacht, her expression unreadable beneath the fading sunlight. The sight of the yacht bobbing gently in the waves sent a shiver down Isla's spine. Yachts and waters—this was where Angelina was frequently taken, and now Isla understood that she was about to join her.The gentle lapping of waves against the dock seemed to mock the tension in the air. As the bouncer-like men pushed her forward, their grip firm but not cruel, Isla's heart raced with a mix of fear and determination. Her mind was spinning with possibilities, trying to piece together a plan. She had to

The air in the cabin was thick with tension as Ken turned to Isla and Angelina, his expression serious. "Alright, listen carefully," he instructed, his voice low and urgent. "You both need to hold my hand tightly. When I say so, we'll become invisible. It's the only way we can get out of here without being seen."Isla nodded, her heart racing with a mix of fear and determination. She reached out and grasped Ken's hand, feeling the warmth of his grip. His palm was slightly damp with sweat, betraying his own nervousness despite his composed exterior. Angelina followed suit, her fingers intertwining with theirs. The three of them stood in a small circle, connected by their joined hands, the weight of their impending escape hanging heavy in the air."Are you ready?" Ken asked, glancing at both women. His eyes, usually a warm brown, now held a sharp intensity that made Isla's breath catch in her throat."Ready," Isla whispered, her voice barely audible. She could feel her pulse throbbing i