All Chapters of The Lunas Second Chance Mate: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

RyanI replay the words in my head through all hours of the night and the day. I hear my voice telling my mate, my beautiful, strong mate, that I would protect her. I should have carried through with that but I couldn't have anticipated anyone wanted to bring her harm. Jessica was banished and far to weak and pathetic to carry out this attack on my mate. I killed Jacob, knowing he wouldn't be trusted alive.I thought I did everything I was supposed to. I thought she was safe.I thought wrong.My Luna is missing now, somewhere taken against her will, while my warriors were killed or wounded in the process. It's a terrible tragedy, a horrid outcome that frustrates me to no end. I should have had her by my side that night to meet with the elders, or had forbid her to leave the palace, but she is headstrong, and I let her roam when I should have kept her within arms reach.The elders are kind enough to watch the palace, protect my pack if necessary, but I pride my warriors on their streng

Alyson I wait until he thinks I’ve fallen asleep, watching his insurmountable pacing finally cease before he returns to the suite off of his bedroom. I hear the water fill the tub. I work at my wrists, bloody with blisters so that my wrists slide out freely, only at the mercy of a hiss. I look up, hearing the water part at the Alpha settling into his bath, and eye the bedroom door. Whatever I had to drink at dinner wasn’t just wine. I know by the feeling in my gut now that it was the same poison as I had before, the muting potion that lingers in my blood making it hard for me to sense my wolf, if at all, and I can’t tell if there’s another outside the door or down the hall. In my woozy state, I must try. Even with a drunken, hazy stagger, I limp through the bedroom and into the hallway, seeing it empty thankfully. I press to the wall, walking slowly as I try to find which way is out of this packhouse. My senses are stunned, my body weary, but I push

Ryan            I’m convinced that I’m going crazy. Without my mate in my mind, or in my arms, I feel like half a puzzle, incomplete and scrambling. I picture her silky hair, her beautiful vast eyes, wide and wandering with love and admiration as she stares at me. Her hands are soft, precious but built with a few callouses, fighting through her first life, and now the second.            I sit at the breakfast table alone, unwilling to even lift my fork, relying on stress and coffee for far too long. I don’t mind the jittery adrenaline it gives me; it only fuels me more in the search for my mate. I know she’s in the woods near our pack lands, I know she was taken, and if the note meant anything, she is at least somewhat safe in order to be used as collateral.            I he

 Alyson            I watch this Alpha work, much like how I’ve grown to enjoy watching Ryan work at his desk. Olivera is tedious, mulling through paperwork, several records and file cabinet drawers, and I be sure to keep quiet as he goes through his typical day. He looks over at me every now and again, as though wandering in thought before meeting my glare and snapping back into the moment.            When he looks away, I feel unsafe. I feel safer with him watching me, protecting me, and even if he had been the one to steal me from my mate and my home, I can’t deny that at least he is willing to ignore the heinous suggestions of his pack.            I hold back a sniffling cry, wondering if the healer was the only one interested in that horrid plan to abuse me, u

Alyson I thrash myself away from the Alpha, my tongue buzzing nonstop with nothing but anxiety boiling in the depths of my stomach. I meet his wide, calm eyes, my entire body shivering in place, in this bed, seeing this Alpha loom so close it's as if he will intend to kiss me again. I can't let that happen, nor can I understand why he's done it in the first place. I cover my lips with my fingertips, still rattling with a buzz. His eyes shift to the floor, something cold moving through him. "That was a mistake." "Why—Why did you do it?" "It wasn't intentional, dammit," he sighs, his fists knuckling into the sheets nearby, his frustration obvious. "I just—I don't know, I felt like I saw—like you were—" The moment of silence between us screams volumes. "I can't do this anymore. Taking you was a mistake." He grabs for me, pulling me to a wobbly stand but I fail once, then twice, feeling