All Chapters of The Alpha's Unloved Luna: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Author’s P.O.V 17th of June, 2019 Today was their wedding anniversary and coincidentally, it was her death day. The hospital corridor was a hushed, solemn procession, thick with such grief that an inhale felt as though a rock was pressing down on everyone gathered. In the center of it all was Keagan. His shoulder-lenght blond hair was brushed away from his face, tied to untidy bun at the base of his neck. He paced to and fro the length of the entire hall, stopping periodically before the windows. Then he would inhale shakily and press his hand over the cool glass, fixing bloodshot and weary eyes on the sleeping beauty beyond the doors of the ward. She looked so peaceful, so utterly alive, that it was almost unreal. This moment was unreal. It was as if she would open her eyes any moment and ask in her arrogant tone. “What the heck is going on?” Wake up. His wolf growled. If only she had a wolf… His fist tightened and he turned his face away, square jaw clenched tight enough

Keagan’s P.O.V“So it would be well appreciated if you all can respect our wishes and not harass Miss Reynolds as she recovers in the hospital room. Next time, I won’t be that tolerable.” I concluded my speech, unfazed by the countless lights flashing in my face. From the horrified gasps and round of applause that echoed in the space at the parking lot of the hospital, I’d been able to pass my message across.“Mr Hall! Are you this close and personal with all the models that work with Halls Enterprise?” A voice called out from the crowd of reporters and my stomach tightened into knots.There was a light hush in the room as they all waited for my answer. Fuck! I’d called this press conference to announce Jessica’s well-being and to stop them from hounding her privacy. A feeling of foreboding washed over me. It was eerily similar to the questions the detectives had asked me. If there was any news of an affair between Jessica and me, it would fucking ugly for both of us. Jessica’s career

Jessica’s P.O.VWhat does one do after a brush with death…for the second time in one’s life?Party hard? Spend time with the wrong man who makes your heart beat for the right reasons. Take your children and run away? Burrow into bed and cry your eyes out?None of the above because your mate had just told you to move out of his house. It had taken everything in me not to let my eyes fill up with tears as Keagan spoke earlier in the garden. He was kicking me out. Why? Maybe I read all the signals wrong? Does he want me out of the picture so he can make things work with Emma once again?My heart hurt. A dull, aching pain that spread through my chest like a wildfire. Keagan didn't want me around anymore. Why? The emotions in his eyes had been guilt and regret. Why?Biting my trembling bottom lip, I stared at the flash drive he'd given to me. My eyes watered as I recalled how I'd turned his office upside down every time I tried to look for it and didn't find it. And now, he handed it to

Jessica’s P.O.VThe rap on the door jolted me from my concentration. My heart pounded in my chest as I frantically tugged off the bracelet with trembling fingers. The hairs on my arms and face disappeared almost immediately and my spine straightened. With a hiss, I shoved the bracelet into my jeans pocket. I had been trying to communicate with Sylvia’s wolf since, to make her do something other than shift. But once I wore the bracelet, I could only manage a half-shift and the wolf just stood, panting harshly and glaring with watery brown eyes. I didn’t know what else to do or how else to get her wolf to talk to me or even listen to my instructions.In this half-shift phase, I can barely move a damned finger, only to forcefully yank off the bracelet from my wrist. It was maddening.“Come in,” I managed once my breathing was under control. The door creaked open and there stood, Meri, the maid I’d paid to keep an eye on Emma. Her face was a mask of terror, eyes wide with panic.My own ey

Jessica’s P.O.V“So what do you think happened?” the soft attentive voice floated into my ears but I closed my eyes even tighter, lying on the couch with my arms tucked in. “You have to talk to me, Miss Reynolds. If you want me to help you.”Her last sentence finally snapped the last ends of my nerves and I jumped up from the couch, eyes blazing with rage. “Help me? Help me with what exactly. You don’t fucking believe me. Nobody does.”“Maybe if you try to explain it to me again, using your own words, maybe I’ll understand you better. And don’t forget that whatever you say here, never leaves this room.” My new therapist I’d gone to after what happened two weeks ago gave me a hopeful smile, gesturing at me to take a seat.Sucking in a deep breath, I twisted my fingers into a knot and then lowered myself back on the couch. My lips trembled as I tried to formulate the words but just like before, I found myself stuck in the memory.My heart clenched with an intense pain that had my lips p