The Wolfless Contract Luna (Grace and Ethan) novel Chapter 19

**Chapter 19: Unspoken Feelings**

**Damien POV**

Silence. It hangs thick in the air, oppressive and heavy. The man before me remains mute, his lips sealed tighter than a vault.

I can see the physical toll I’ve exacted—three ribs shattered beneath my fists, his lip split open, and his face transformed into a grotesque canvas of bruises and blood.

Yet, he remains resolute.

Not a single word escapes his mouth. Not even a whimper. Just that infuriating silence that screams defiance.

With restless energy, I pace back and forth in front of him, my knuckles flexing and cracking. They are already knitting together, the wounds healing as he bleeds onto the cold, unforgiving floor of my dungeon.

“You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that,” I say, stopping abruptly to crouch at his eye level. “But spirit doesn’t shield you from pain. Speak. Reveal who sent you, and I promise to make this quick.”

His eyes remain locked on mine, unwavering. Not a flicker of fear.

Rage ignites within me, a searing flame.

I grab a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back until his neck is exposed. “Do you have any idea what I’m capable of? What I will do if you refuse to cooperate?”

Still, he remains silent.

I shove him away, and he slumps against the chains that bind him, a stubborn look etched on his battered face.

‘Stubborn bastard.’

The events of last night replay in my mind, a haunting loop of my worst mistakes.

Lilith had been in my arms, her skin glistening with sweat, her body writhing beneath me in a frenzy of passion. Our lips were locked in a desperate embrace, her hands clawing at my back, nails leaving bloody trails along my spine. My mouth devoured her neck, biting and sucking, my tongue dancing along her pulsing vein as I thrust deep into her, losing myself in the heat of the moment—

Then I felt it.

A presence. Alien. Watching.

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**Chapter 19: Unspoken Feelings**

I could feel my wolf surging within me, instincts flaring as I tore myself away from Lilith to glance toward the window.

There it was—a shadow, fleeting and elusive, before it vanished into the night.

“What’s wrong?” Lilith’s voice was breathless, laced with confusion.

“Someone’s here,” I replied, my heart racing as I reached for my phone. I sent out an alert without hesitation. “Intruder. Lock the door. Don’t come out until I say so.”

In a heartbeat, I shifted, bursting through the window and landing on the grounds below. The scent lingered, faint yet unmistakable—fresh, recent, and tainted with danger.

‘Find him,’ I commanded through the mind link. ‘Search every inch of this territory. Now.’

The warriors sprang into action, yet the intruder had evaporated into thin air, slipping through our grasp like smoke.

The night dragged on, a torturous stretch of time.

Beta Luka was conveniently away on border patrol, leaving me with a band of incompetent fools to track down one solitary wolf.

At dawn, they finally found him, lurking near the eastern border.

When they brought him to me, I was met with a sight that sent a chill down my spine—

A camera. Small, concealed, with damning footage.

Footage of me and Lilith. Through the window. Kissing. Touching. Everything.

Lilith had crumbled when I showed her the evidence, tears streaming down her cheeks as she clutched at me, trembling.

“Who would do this?” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “Who would violate us like this?”

I held her close, my insides ablaze with fury.

“I’ll find out. And I’ll make them pay.”

Now, here I am, working on this bastard for hours, employing every method I know—pain, threats, psychological pressure. The kind of tactics that can break even the strongest of wolves.

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But he hasn’t cracked.

Not once.

I circle him slowly, scrutinizing his face. He looks to be in his mid-thirties, a strong build despite the punishment he’s endured.

There’s something about him that feels familiar, yet I can’t quite place it.

“You know what I think?” I halt in front of him once more. “I think someone sent you. Someone who wants dirt on me. Someone desperate enough to hire a spy.”

His jaw tightens, the first real sign of emotion I’ve seen from him.

‘There it is.’

“Grace.” I utter her name like a curse, each syllable dripping with disdain. “My dear, foolish wife sent you, didn’t she? She needs proof of my affair to justify her pathetic attempt at divorce.”

For a fleeting moment, his eyes flash with something—guilt, perhaps?—but it’s enough to confirm my suspicion.

I let out a cold, sharp laugh. “She did. That manipulative witch actually sent someone to spy on me in my own home.”

“Don’t.” His voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper—the first words he’s managed to utter. “Don’t insult her.”

I freeze, his words striking me like a blow.

Then I’m on him, my hands around his throat, slamming his head back against the wall with a sickening thud.

“What did you just say?”

“I said,” he coughs, blood flecking his lips, “don’t insult Luna Grace.”

‘Luna Grace.’

Not just Grace. Luna Grace.

There’s a depth of respect, loyalty, and devotion in those two words that twists my stomach into knots.

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