All Chapters of Born To Be My Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Easton’s POV:   I called Greg several times, but he wasn’t answering. A few more attempts and I was done. Frustration took over me and I smashed the fucking useless thing to the hard ground. I can hear other werewolves whispering outside my room, hearing all the ruckus.    My nose was flaring as I headed towards the door, opening it abruptly. It startled two she-wolves, who I’m guessing are omegas judging from the fucking annoying smell of their scent. Tch.   Low-lives, good for nothings.   I glared down on them, and they stepped back abruptly as if to make me even more annoyed than I am now.   “What are you all whispering about??!!” I yelled from the too of my fucking lungs.   “We were not whispering about anything, Alpha,” the one of the left spoke.   “Get the fuck out of my office!!”    Fucking bitches.

  Catherine’s POV:   My training has then been like that for over two weeks. In just a short amount of time, Hunter told Damien I was ready.    After all, I did kick his ass several times for the whole of two weeks, and he gets surprised every single time I take him down with one or two simple moves.   It was all because of Damien’s advice, and he was the one I had to pay gratitude to for gaining Hunter’s acknowledgement. In the past weeks, I noticed Drake hadn't been around since, and he was completely avoiding me every time I come across him at the hallway or outside Lilith’s room. I pondered over it for a while, and wondered if he had finally given up hopes in me. Still, it pains me that he kept ignoring me ever since we arrived here with my aunt’s pack of twenty other werewolves, and they all seemed to be doing fine. In fact, I saw Damien chatting with Tyler the other day, and they seeme

        Catherine’s POV:   I blinked, staring closely at the crescent moon tattoo that was showing just on the middle of my back. It was large, covering up to my lower back but not any farther than that.   “What does it mean?” I asked curiously.   I looked at the details of the crescent moon more carefully this time, scrolling over the photos on his phone as I lifted it nearer to my face.   “Hmm... Traditionally, the half-moon symbolizes the strength and power of a true Luna.” He uttered, causing my brows to furrow as I took in his words.   “But... I’m not even officially a

Catherine's POV:  Drake screamed painfully once again, drawing our attention toward him and we were quick to react. We surrounded his body and without hesitation I stepped in too. After all, this was all because of my being neglectful. “We need to reject him first, so he can accept the rejection and he won’t be in pain for long,” I said to my wolf Midnight.  She remained silent for a few seconds, but finally gave me an answer I was waiting for. In order to do this, both me and my wolf should be ready to reject Drake, and choose Damien as my only mate.  Midnight sighed a

Drake’s POV:    Several years ago... “Mom, Dad, please don’t leave,” I said desperately, tugging on the edge of their clothes as tears poured down my face.   “You’re the only ones I have,” I choked, looking up at their backs hoping that at least one of them would turn around. Perhaps I was expecting too much as a child, because not any of them even cared to turn towards me to face me directly, their only son.    There was a time that we were actually the happiest family out there. Dad would spin me around and help mom out in the kitchen, mom would make me her homemade dishes and I loved every single one of them. Years had passed and it seemed that their love was slowly starting to fade away. Eventually, they fell out of love, leaving me behind all alone simply because I became a reminder of their broken  relationship, of their love that no longer had any spark. I was regarded as a mistake.