All Chapters of The Lunas Second Chance Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Alyson I have had this weird knot in my stomach since I laid down to take a nap. I finally let go of Ryan, too conflicted to fall asleep in his arms and force him to stay there holding me. He is still the Alpha of this pack; he has a lot of responsibilities to tend to that don't only include the pampering of his mate. He watches me as I drift asleep, pacing the bedroom anxiously. I know he is in my mind, tethered to the mind link and focused on my thoughts and my dreams. He doesn't want me to fall asleep upset. I know he loves me enough to want me to sleep well, without nightmare. I'm jolted awake by the doors being thrown open to the bedroom, splinters flying through the room until everything stills for just a moment. Dust fills the air while I spring up, seeing Ryan already shifted into his wolf, stalking toward me protectively. I cough slightly, trying to fan the air free of the dust, only to see a large, familiar wolf creeping into the room.

Alyson Ryan doesn't seem to notice Olivera outside, watching intently, but I grow increasingly more distracted by the rogue. I hate him to see me like this, to watch, and embarrassment fills my gut. It's hard to focus on though, Ryan working tirelessly to please me, doing so repetitively until I break at his hands. He smiles wide, proud of his work. I glance sideways again and notice the rogue has left, turning back in time to watch Ryan undo the erection that bulges from his pants. He presses it gently to my wet sex at first, caressing it as if testing the waters. When I beg for it at last, he doesn't even let the words hardly reach my lips, sliding inward to my pelvis and causing me to gasp alive. I tremble all over, my wolf breaking out in howls in my head, needing more. "Ryan," I breathe, shivering. "Dammit, Ryan, please—yes—yes—" It doesn't make sense, and it doesn't have to. He knows what I need, what I want from him, and he obli

Alyson I walk back into my home stunned and dripping wet from the rain. Fritz offered to run me back, or run with me, but I declined. I needed the time to myself to think. The rain has me shivering, drenched and exhausted, but it's the least of my worries. Ryan has been trying to connect through the link with me but I didn't have the heart to answer his requests. One of the warriors in the foyers strips off his coat and lays it over my shoulders. I give him a friendly nod, wondering if his family in the outskirts of the pack will get sick, if they will all perish, and it will be my fault. Ryan rushes to my side, grabbing me in a tight, breathless embrace. I bury my face into his shoulder and sob gently. "What did he do? What did he say to you?" Ryan gusts. I open my mouth, needing to release this burden, but I can't. I spot Olivera a few paces away, his arms crossed to his chest and his hands curled into tight fists.

Alyson I eat breakfast alone, Ryan already training the warriors on the new plan. We have to find the rogues that are sick and expect to find symptoms in the weaker pack wolves so they can seek healers immediately. He wanted to do this alone, knowing he will be going out with them this afternoon to try to make things right. To ease my mind, I sit alone in the busy cafeteria, a few nightshift warriors roaming in for coffee and breakfast before heading to bed. I sit at the table in the furthest corner, a little dark from the lack of light in this direction and slightly cold. In a weird way, I feel like it's punishment for being so wrong for so long. I tip my head to the side, leaning on the wall and moving the eggs around the plate as though to trick someone I have been eating. No one should care. No one should worry that I feel like the world is crashing down around me. It's my fault, anyways. "Mind if I sit here?" I turn, expecting to

Alyson I sob at his side, watching him sleep so deeply that he hardly can make out a coherent mumble when I beg for him to heal. He's been bitten by a sick rogue, something that could have the capacity to kill him, and I can't allow that to happen. I bow my head, resting it against he side of the bed where I kneel, where I haven't moved from in days, just waiting for him to lift his head and smile joyously. If only that would truly happen. I would cry harder than I'm crying now, so desperate to have my mate in my arms. Someone taps my shoulder and I jerk away from the calm, caring touch. Olivera hasn't left me alone for long since this ordeal has occurred and now he is back from the cafeteria, holding a tray of lunch that I snub. I don't want to eat. I want my mate to wake up and be okay. "Come on, blood pet, you need to eat," he huffs. My watery eyes shoot open. "Why didn't I think of that before?" I grab for a kni