The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 285 "Thank you for taking care of me," she whispered. "Of course." I opened the car door for her and helped her inside. Then, I walked around to the driver's side and got in. +25 Bonus The next day, I arranged another date. This time, I picked a restaurant in town. Somewhere quiet and intimate, with dim lighting and an expensive wine menu. Deirdre lit up when I told her where we were going. She spent hours getting ready, primping and preening in front of the mirror.

By the time she came downstairs, she was wearing a red dress that clung to her curves and heels so high I was surprised she could even walk in them. "You look beautiful," I said. That was a lie. She beamed and grabbed my arm, her nails digging into my bicep. "Thank you." I drove us to the restaurant and requested a table in the back corner. I wanted a private spot, somewhere that wouldn't cause too much of a commotion once I struck. The waiter brought us our menus and a bottle of top shelf wine, which I had pre-ordered. "This is wonderful," Deirdre said.

She reached across the table and placed her hand on mine. "I've missed this. Missed us." I smiled and poured her a glass of wine. Them, I poured one for myself. I gave myself slightly less. We ordered our food and made small talk while we waited. Deirdre drank her wine quickly, and I refilled her glass before she was completely finished. Then, I refilled it again. And again. Always ensuring she had an endless supply of wine. Meanwhile, I barely sipped mine. She didn't seem to notice, too focused on her own greed to pay attention to what I was doing. Good.

our entrees arrived, her cheeks were flushed and her words were starting to slur. "You know," she said, leaning forward, "I really did miss you. When I was at that awful camp." "Tell me about it," I said. I cut into my steak, feigning innocent interest. She couldn't know that this was going to turn into an interrogation. "The camp. What 2/3 Comments Chapter 285 "Avery," it read, "I intercepted the letter you sent to your mother. I'm not sure what you were thinking, trying to contact her, but you need to stop. She's

were my fated mate, not because I loved you. I never loved you. So stop reaching out. You belong to the Rogue King now. Accept it. -Gideon" The letter slipped from

I tried to blink them away, but one fell anyway, rolling down my