All Chapters of The Luna Who Wants Everything: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

He left. He literally turned up, threw my world, my ability to see straight into the fucking wind and walked away! My thighs were still shaking when he placed me on the ground. Our collision had left me a sweating, messy wreck wanting nothing more than to have another go but apparently that wasn’t on the agenda.Neither was giving a reason why he was injured. Those deep gashes across his ribs made my heart ache. His sculpted, firm muscles are a temple to perfection. To see them clawed so brutally was shocking./You want to care for him/ Livi suggested. /He is part of us now, regardless of his past./I scrambled around on the ground to find the oil lamp. He can’t get far, not with those injuries, his wolf must be exhausted. Livi quickly shifted and we followed his scent into the darkness.People assume I am one of those girls uncomfortable with shifting. During my abandonment at White Forest by Phillipe I found it helped. As Genevieve moped around the White Forest castle or my mother

I said what I had to. The words tasted vile. Somehow, breaking his heart was worse than watching him brutalise Finn. He told me he loved me, and I threw straight back like trash. I might be the worst person on earth. We had all watched Zeke sleepily rise from his camp bed, bemused at his gentle sleepwalking stumbles. Someone, I think the shaggy blonde-haired Sawyer had even giggled as he stumbled towards us. To be honest, I was more relieved that his shifter healing had worked so quickly. Finn went to guide him away from the fire when he got too close, and then all hell broke loose. Finn was completely blindsided, blow after blow raining down. Zeke only became more powerful, fuelled by pure hate as it went on. I doubt Finn has an inch of cheekbone left intact right now. When Zeke snapped back to reality, those soulful brown eyes were stricken. When he raced towards me, grabbing me to him, I could have swooned. I wanted to melt against his chest, but the flecks of blood on his face

I spent a week tending to Finn’s injuries. Alpha Cillian clearly believed that it was a more severe punishment than flogging me. He might have been right. The guilt of my actions facing me every day was horrific. Rush still had no explanation for what caused us to have that vision of Freya, All I knew was that there was not a shred of doubt in my mind that it happened. I saw a true memory of Freya’s. The small fragments that lingered remember sickened me. I kept waiting for Finn's retaliation. For me to wander back in with his food and for him to jump me. Except he didn’t. The first couple of days were silent. His lips were too busted and swollen to talk, even with shifter healing. We were in a makeshift rest tent, just the two of us. Weirdly, there were no further hybrid attacks after Freya left. Passing Finn his food he slurred, “you know this is a punishment for me too.” Resting my elbows on my knees on the small wooden stool next to his bed I met his eyes. Cillian had assured

As predicted, my acceptance of Gustav calmed the whole castle down. I even got a thank you note from Nikolai which only made me roll my eyes. Only Gustav, my potential groom, did not care in the slightest. If anything, those intense blue eyes looked at me even less during dinner. The jeweller visited as required too. The wrong one. I didn’t want the handsome, chisel-jawed apprentice who winked at me with the falsest “congratulations” I’d ever heard. With Maddox on duty again as my guard for the day I informed curtly that I wanted Oscar, the wizened little gnome of the jewel room brought to me. I could hear him grunting and cursing all the way down the corridor towards my room. “Summons me! Summons me! For some poxy bit of shiny nonsense no doubt.” He reminded me of a mole. His eye buried beneath wrinkles, a small, pencil thin nose which struggled to keep his horn-rimmed glasses positioned. Most peculiar were the white tufts of hair poking out of the side of his head. They looke

The girl has secrets. So many layers I can’t even begin to unpick. I lay her down on the soft mossy banks, the cool mist of the waterfall breathing over us. Like a chameleon she adapts to what she wants out of a situation. She has been commanding with her letter, or when she took my keys in the treehouse. Then devious enough to create her own lethal jewellery yet sweet enough to care about me. I don’t doubt she cares for me. I just know her affection for me is in conflict with the role she was born for. However right now, naked Freya, is a bold and all-conquering wonder. Not some false-innocent trying to play coy. She lies back readily, her legs open, beckoning me forward with her finger. Like in the treehouse, she is taking over the situation and I cave every time. I position myself between her parted legs, watching her ribs shudder in and out as her nerves kick in. When I slowly trace kisses up her thighs she quivers. Then she quietly curses as my lips keep travelling north an