Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back (Rayna Quinn) novel Chapter 141

Blood of My Blood (Part 2)

Thea’s POV

My body stiffened. What the hell had Kane done? Didn’t he know who he was dealing with? Even Chief Hawthorne had been hunting Graves for years without success, proving how powerful his dark network was.

“Seems he wanted to protect his baby’s mother, so he sent people to take care of me. Too bad he didn’t know that I’m the king of this city’s underworld. Guess who those people actually answer to? No one dares to touch me,” Graves spoke casually, as if discussing the

weather.

Shit. Don’t tell me Kane had made an enemy of Graves too. I didn’t go through all that trouble facing the man who betrayed me just for him to die before his child was born.

“But I don’t blame him,” he continued. “He didn’t realize that I would never hurt you.”

“Wh–what do you mean?” I stammered.

He seemed lost in his own world, continuing his monologue: “That day I wanted to play a game with Sebastian. I already knew Sebastian would choose you. If he chose you, I planned to kill Aurora; but even if he chose Aurora, I wouldn’t actually kill you.”

I stared at him in shock, unable to make sense of his logic.

“That’s impossible. Sebastian would choose Aurora, it’s always been her. You were

gambling with my life!”

“You’re wrong. Maybe he would have before, but not now. I’ve observed him for a long

time, studied him. If it really came down to saving only one, he’d let Aurora die without

blinking an eye. Some feelings might have always been there, he just needed to lose you

to realize it.”

I was speechless. Sebastian had told me he would choose me, but I refused to believe it at the time. Or perhaps, more accurately, I was afraid to believe it, afraid of the pain that would come from trusting again. Yet now even an enemy was saying this, making me more confused about my feelings for him.

I shook my head, trying to maintain clear thinking.

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Blood of My Blood (Part 2)

The man sitting so casually in my kitchen exuded danger yet seemed completely relaxed. If I were him, knowing I could be caught at any moment, I would never be so calm.

“If you don’t plan to hurt us, what was the point of kidnapping us?” I demanded.

“I said I wouldn’t hurt you,” he emphasized the word “you.” “As for Aurora, she’s irrelevant

to me.”

This werewolf was completely baffling; every sentence he spoke was like a riddle.

“Aren’t you curious why?” he raised an eyebrow.

I took a deep breath, staying calm: “Why?”

Surprisingly, he gave what seemed to be a genuine smile: “Because you’re carrying my nephew or niece. I can’t hurt you under those circumstances, can I?”

I must have misheard.

“That’s impossible… I don’t have siblings, so you can’t be my baby’s uncle, unless you…”

The truth hit me like lightning. This couldn’t be! It was like fate playing a cruel joke on

1. me. I had so many problems already, and now I had to worry about my child having a seemingly psychopathic crime lord for an uncle?

I examined Graves’s face more carefully, my heart racing. Graves’s eyes were brown, unlike

Kane’s, which were as dark as ink, but the shape of their eyes–that slightly elongated

outline, that specific expression when they raised their eyebrows–was almost identical.

The line of their jaws was also strikingly similar. The only obvious difference was their hair: Kane had a head of soft curls, while Graves’s was straight, combed back in a slightly

messy style.

I couldn’t believe I’d missed these similarities before. Maybe it was the age difference, or

“Does Kane know?” I asked cautiously, my thoughts still a tangled mess.

“No, he doesn’t remember. I was 12 when Kane was just 1. I was sent elsewhere to carry out ‘tasks‘ arranged by our father. I didn’t even know it was criminal activity at the time,

Blood of My Blood (Part 2)

didn’t realize he was grooming me to be his successor. By the time I got out, our father was dead, and Kane had been adopted.”

Shit, I recalled Kane telling me about his birth father being executed, never realizing what this meant beyond his adoption. I mean, what kind of heinous wolf would be sentenced to death? And now his background and all its consequences were laid clearly before me.

I watched Graves fall silent, his eyes revealing memories and sadness. Unlike those men Sebastian had killed, Graves had been forced into this dark world, woven into a web of

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