All Chapters of My Luna? Never!: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Tristan's POV I couldn't explain how I felt since the day I saw Valerie at their pack. I was with Beta my father's warrior commanders to get our take from the treaty her forefather's pack signed with my father's pack. It was meant to be always a peaceful exchange expect they prove otherwise, I didn't want the fight to happen but when I thought of Valerie all night I wanted the war to break out so that we can have her to our pack because we never lost a war.  Eventually, I had my wish. Since She had come to our pack, I had been looking for a perfect chance to make her know how I feel about her but the opportunity didn't avail itself, not that the opportunity didn't come but I am always shy when it comes to telling a woman how I feel about her. I had been like that all my teenagehood to the point my friends took all my females friends from me because I could

Valerie's POV  There is the smell of disgusting alcohol, sharp and distinct. My eyelids feel weighted shut, light glowing through them in a reddish-yellow assurance that at least I haven't been dumped in a dark alley. My brain is awake now, with a primal surge of adrenaline that should carry me up to standing but cold, heavy limbs disobey. A background noise, a soft intermittent moan, comes to the forefront now as it gathers momentum, the moan relatively louder. The shuffle of footsteps brings warm fingers that press my arm lightly. "Ah, you're awake." A pleasant voice. I lift their chest and one of my legs shoots up, pulling the covers up, causing a cold gust of air to make it feel like I just sat in a bathtub full of ice. I am breathing hard. Suddenly the hard breathing was deterior

Brooks'  POV   I stepped back, balancing my weight on my left foot, and threw my right fist out in a curved punch at his face. Turning ninety degrees to the side, he brought his right forearm up to counter the blow, formed a fist with his left, and threw it at my outstretched jaw.  I was in trouble and charged. He threw up his forearms like an offensive lineman blocking a defensive back, but I slipped to the side, pushed his elbow down and away, caught his head, and rolled him into the floor. I thought for a second once contact was made, and he was on his feet, watching me rush toward him in slow motion as he, even more slowly, jumped to his feet.  I reached under his shirt even as he pushed past the pool tables.  

Valerie's  POV  What is the meaning of all this? How will Bradley put me in fix with a rose flower?  I guess she should just know I am not in the mood for his lovey attitude. It will save him a lot if he gets to know much earlier before it becomes so late.   So if I won't take the rose flower from him now, automatically it means I don't love him or have forgiven him. Anyway, I am wise them him now so I will take the rose flower from him and he will never know I hadn't forgiven him.  I gaze at his hand holding the rose flower. I notice he was losing strength in the arm and it is trembling. I didn't feel any pity for him that he has been holding it for 1hr. That should be the beginning of his punishment but this very one is salient and that is if he can notice it. I knew I just had

Grayson's POV  I went to Dr. Charlie Troshinsky, a respected psychiatrist whom I had seen when I was fifteen after my high-school girlfriend had died suddenly. He was shocked at how thin I was. I was just under five feet five, but my weight had dropped to a hundred pounds. Dr. Troshinsky said that he had seen several people with the same constellation of symptoms, all referred by physicians who dismissed them as mentally ill. He wrote my internist a letter stating that he would stake his reputation on his conclusion that I was mentally healthy but suffering from a serious physical illness.  “Find another psychiatrist,” my internist said over the phone, a smile in his voice. How did he explain the fevers, chills, exhaustion, swollen lymph nodes, dizziness? What I was going through, he suggested, was puberty. I ha