True Luna novel (Emma and Logan) novel Chapter 95

Chapter 95 You Will Never Be Free

Logan POV

I was pissed the fuck off.

I wanted to kill Sienna.

I was so fucking proud of my future wife. I was so fucking proud to have her by my side.

My heart almost jumped out of my chest when Sienna mentioned us having sex. I already pictured Emma leaving me and every fucking cell in my body hurt. I had to make sure that Emma knew how fucking better she was than Sienna. No one could compare with her. No other woman interested me. I only wanted Emma. I only wanted her body, her tight pussy, and her warm little mouth. Only her!

You believe me, right? I mind-linked her as we approached Samuel’s cell. I only

want you, baby. No one compares with you. Sex with Sienna was nothing compared with sex with you.

I believe you, Logan. She mind-linked me back. But can we please stop mentioning Sienna and sex in the same sentence? It’s making Eliza territorial, and I’m having trouble keeping her calm.

‘Calm your mate down, Leon.’ I told my wolf.

‘I’m trying.’ Leon growled at me. ‘If you didn’t dip your dick where it didn’t belong, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

I ignored him and let him talk to Eliza. We just arrived in front of Samuel’s cell.

I pulled Emma closer to me and kissed her temple.

“Can you hold my hand while we are inside?” Emma asked Andrew and me. “I was much more brave when I talked to Sienna.”

“Of course, Emma.” Andrew said, taking her hand in his.

I pulled her closer and kissed her temple.

I would never let her do this without being right next to her.

“Are you ready?” I asked her.

She took a deep breath and nodded.

I pulled out a key from my pocket and unlocked the fucker’s cell.

Unlike Sienna, he was hanging from a wall. His body was cut, burned, hit, and electrocuted. Just like he did to Emma

The smell inside almost made me throw up. There was blood and other fluids splattered all over the floor.

Samuel looked up as soon as he heard us come inside. His right eye was swollen shut, curtesy of my visit two days ago.

When his eyes landed on Emma, he smiled and raised his head higher.

“Hello, beautiful.” he said, spitting a little bit of blood on the floor. “I’m so happy you came to see your mate.”

I growled, closed the distance between me and him in two long strides, grabbed the back of his neck, and got into his face.

“You are not her mate.” I told him. “Stop looking at her like that.”

The fucker smirked at me, and I had to stop myself from beating the shit out of him. I didn’t want Emma to see me like

that.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, beautiful?” the fucker asked, looking back at my mate.

I growled and stepped back toward Emma.

“Why did you let the witches torture me?” Emma asked quietly. “If you wanted me, why did you let them do that to me?”

I clenched my fists and tightened my jaw.

“It was payment for their help.” Samuel said. “I already told you that.”

“They almost killed me.” Emma

mumbled. “If my mate and my brother hadn’t found me, they would have killed me.”

I remembered seeing her hanging from that fucking ceiling. I remembered her body, all beaten and bruised. I remembered the pain I felt when she was dying. I remembered it all, and I wanted to kill him on the spot.

But that would rob me of the pleasure of torturing the fucker.

“No, they wouldn’t have, Emma.” Samuel sighed. “I knew what they were doing. I would come in and stop them. Do you really think that I would let my mate get killed like that?”

Both Andrew and I growled.

Leon was pissed the fuck off.

Thankfully, he was focused on Eliza, so