All Chapters of The Luna's Fated Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Carrie POV The first thing I feel is disoriented. I am lying someplace cold. Someplace that reminds me of the times Adam would put me in the dungeon to remind me of my place. My heart starts racing. Adam. Did I hear his voice when they contained me? I could remember everything else. It came back in a rush. The beautiful ceremony almost completed but then disrupted as the Wolf Council tried to stop us. We had succeeded. We were the Alpha and Luna of the Evergreen Pack. I had felt the connection to everyone before everything had started to go black. What had happened that made me lose consciousness? I could not remember. “Reba?” I call out but there is no reply. “Reba!” I call louder but still nothing. They did something to my wolf. Why isn’t she responding? I go to move and realize I have no clothes on. Simply a jacket that is barely covering my nakedness. And my hand is hand cuffed in silver. As I look at the cuff, I recognize the

Jackson POV I gently let Carrie stand once we are in another room where I can help her put some clothes on. They would be a little big on her but at least they would cover her. It pained me to think of how many may have seen her when she was unconscious. How many took advantage of staring at her beautiful body. I gave my head a shake. Right now, she needed me to be strong. There would be time for retribution later, but right now Carrie needed me to help her. And to be her rock. She had been peculiarly silent since I found her. I would expect that to a degree but now that she was rescued, she still seemed a little distant. Was she upset because I had not kept my promise and protected her? The guilt I was feeling surrounding that reality was incredible and uncomfortable. I felt like I had let her down. And I did. I let happen what I said would not happen. I know Christian was also sharing in that guilt, as he had been out fighting the rogu

Jackson POV My heart sinks as rage takes over me not clear what was to come next. Carrie had suffered enough during the two years with this prick, much less the threat hanging over her with his promises that she could not have pups. The fact that it had been verbally shared was an added slam against Carrie. To have the Pack aware that their Luna had a flaw, regardless of how it had come about, could be detrimental to her ruling beside me. I would do everything in my power to ensure she was respected and whatever happened, we would deal with it together. “I demand I have the right to hear her punishment,” Adam yells as the guards start to take him away. The Wolf Council members quickly convene and agree he could stay. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I yell out as I stand in anger. Many others in attendance question the Council’s decision. They simply stare at all of us, “Either control yourselves or you will be removed from this hearing,” the head Council m

Carrie POV “I am expecting the next heir to the Evergreen Pack!” echoes in my mind as I feel gut-punched. Staggering backwards, Jackson tries to grab my arm, but I pull out of his reach as the blood drains from my face. “Baby, wait,” Jackson murmurs as Rosie continues her torturous screeching. “Isn’t it exciting, Jax? We are going to have that pup we always dreamed about,” she says laughing as she watched my expression. “Will you shut the fuck up? We did not discuss pups,” Jackson says as he continues to move closer to me. I hold my hand up, “What?” I manage to squeak out. “We used to talk about it, after hours of sex, of course,” she says with a big smile and her hand on Jackson’s arm. “Of course, we also talked about me becoming Luna, but that was temporarily thwarted. Now that I am with the heir to the Pack, it would seem appropriate for you to step down,” Rosie states as if she was making complete sense. “Are you out of your f

Carrie POV As the doctor walked out the door, I bent over in tears not realizing how much I had been holding in during this process. As I am bent over, I hear the tap on the door but cannot respond. I am caught up in a mixture of grief and hope. I suddenly feel sparks on my back and without thinking I stand and throw myself into Jackson’s arms. He wraps his hands around my body, putting his hand behind my head pulling me closer to him. He has his nose in my neck, “We will get through this baby, I promise, we will get through it,” he murmurs as I continue to sob. I cannot contain myself feeling like every emotion over the past twenty-four hours is pouring out of me. He rocks with me in his arms, just letting me pour my soul out. As I finally start to quiet down, he leans back, kissing my forehead, “I promise I am not going anywhere,” he says to me. “Do not make promises you cannot make,” I say to Jackson with a raspy voice. All those tears had