All Chapters of Two Mates of the Rejected Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Eve’s POVThe guest room, a luxurious prison of sorts, felt stifling with the weight of boredom and frustration. My mind was a tempest, a clash of anger and understanding, the dichotomy of being both furious at Ryan and comprehending the primitive nature of alpha werewolves.Ryan's jealousy, a volatile force that I had dealt with for years, felt especially potent in this situation. The urge to strangle him for his actions warred with the knowledge that this was, unfortunately, typical alpha behavior.His avoidance only fueled my irritation. I'd repeatedly urged him to communicate when something bothered him, but the deafening silence spoke volumes. Dumb, dumb, dumb—my internal refrain for the alpha who couldn't see beyond his own insecurities.A knock interrupted my brooding, and as the door swung open, Amy stood there as a welcome distraction. Joy surged through me, and I hugged her tightly, momentarily forgetting her recent ordeal. "God, Eve, I'm not quite well yet," she mumbled as

Eve’s POVAs Ryan's firm grip enveloped my arm, pulling me away from the chaotic scene unfolding within the room, I could feel the urgency in his movements. The air crackled with tension, and my heart raced in sync with the rapid beats of his footsteps. His protective stance spoke volumes, a shield against the impending storm that threatened to engulf us.The tumultuous symphony of clashes and shouts echoed behind us, each step accompanied by the distant clamor of the Packhouse in disarray. Ryan's presence was a fortress, a bulwark against the danger that loomed. I stole a glance over my shoulder, witnessing the chaos we left behind. My comrades battled fiercely, but my attention quickly reverted to Ryan, his unwavering determination etched across his face.As we navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, Ryan's body tensed with each passing moment. The weight of his protection bore down on him, and I couldn't shake the guilt that crept into my chest. His sacrifice, both immediat

Eve’s POV"You called me," Jackson says as he stands in front of us.“I want to ask you about something. We'd better go inside the house.” I say and without waiting for an answer I head inside.Ryan motions for him to follow me and without protest, Gamma follows me into the house.The air in the room hung heavy with tension as we entered. Jackson usually cocky, now looked scared. I took a deep breath, breaking the silence that enveloped us."Gamma," I began, my voice steady but laced with concern, "I want to know everything you know about Cari's behavior in the days leading up to the poisoning two years ago. Every detail could be crucial."Gamma straightened, his eyes meeting mine. "Eve, I'm not sure why I'm being interrogated about my sister. ""I'm asking the questions, Jackson. My motives are none of your business.'' I reply coldly.Gamma leaned against the table, a habitual gesture of cont

Eve’s POV I was feeling exhausted, my body aching from the strenuous effort of the past two days spent helping to repair the damage at the Crescent Moon Packhouse. The aftermath of the attack had taken its toll on everyone, and both our pack and theirs were working tirelessly to rebuild. As I packed my belongings, preparing for our imminent return to America, I observed Amy walking past me. I marveled at how quickly she had bounced back from the recent turmoil. "To be honest, I can't wait to go. This whole ordeal got to me. Werewolves, attacks, competition. I'm dying for a long bath and a movie night, just the two of us," Amy remarked as she settled down beside me. "Me too," I admitted with a tired yet genuine smile. "Let's head downstairs. The car must be waiting for us already, and the flight is going to be long," I suggested, rising from my seat. Amy swiftly closed her suitcase, and together, we made our way towards

Eve’s POV:The next morning, Amy and I embarked on the journey to the pack house. The car ride was shrouded in an unusual silence, only broken by the rhythmic hum of the engine and the occasional crunch of candy."Are you nervous?" Amy's question punctuated the quiet, her hand dipping into a bag of M&M's.When Amy got nervous, chocolate was her go-to remedy. I stole a glance and noted that this was her second packet of M&M's; the third one, I suspected, was discreetly stowed away in the glove compartment."A little, how about you?" I replied, my grip on the steering wheel tight, my knuckles turning white. Despite my efforts, I couldn't seem to relax."I have a feeling I could gobble up at least three more of those packets," she confessed, her candor providing a small measure of comfort.My anxiety lingered, refusing to dissipate. I shook my head, attempting to shake off the tension that gripped me. It felt absurd; I was going home, so why was I so nervous?"Can we stop at a gas statio