All Chapters of The Chosen Luna's True Mate: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The week my husband returned home was not at all how I imagined it. Right off the bat, the welcome party I had intended to use as an excuse to hear all about Killian's trip turned into a "get to know May" event. Everyone, all the people who had surrounded me in the past week, helping me drag tables and chairs around for my husband's party, blow up hundreds of balloons and hang shiny decorations from the ceiling for the event I planned, gathered around Killian and May to ask her questions. How had she and Killian met? What happened to her previous husband? How far along was she? Killian had stayed out with May almost all night, "showing her the pack" he had shot over his shoulder as they left me to clean up the remains of the party. When he had finally returned home that night, he didn't say a word to me. Just slid into the bed, his back to mine, and slipped into sleep. All while I lay there, my heart burning in my chest, swallowing over and over again to keep the tears from fallin

"Clear a path!" I quickly follow after the group of medics, lead by Killian who has still refused to put May down since she collapsed. I try my hardest to ignore the feeling of hundreds of eyes glaring at me, but it's hard when literally everyone in my pack is shooting daggers at me as I follow the group out of the meeting hall. I don't understand why everyone is acting like I've done something? I had been on stage with her, I could have just as easily been the one to get crushed. I can see the camera men turning to follow after us, shouting questions about what happened as we pass. We race towards the pack's medical clinic, which is luckily only half a mile or so away from the meeting hall. If you broke a finger, needed cough syrup, or needed a heart transplant, for this pack, this was where all that happened. I slow a little when I see the building coming into view, letting the group enter ahead of me before following in after. This building is set up like a very small hospital,

Whoever said bad things come in threes, was a liar. I wish that were true right now, because this last week, bad thing after bad thing has happened to me, and I don't know how much more I can take. I have just about reached my limit for life changing and traumatic events.And the universe wasn't done with me yet, apparently. You are my Luna, and I thought you should see this. I was still staring at my banking app when a text popped up suddenly. It's from a number I don't have saved, and they've sent a video. My husband, standing in front of the medical wing, sliding what looks to be a very big rock on May's finger. They're still wearing the same clothes they wore to the ceremony. This had to be just taken. She was hurt enough to be laying in a hospital bed twenty minutes ago, suddenly she had enough energy to be flouncing around with another woman's husband? "Congratulations on your rebirth with your new pack." I swallow thickly as he smiles down at her warmly, and pulls her agai

"You're being unusually uncooperative." I glare at Killian from where he still stands far too close to me. I feel like I'm being pretty clear about not wanting to have sex with, to be honest. But it doesn't stop him from shoving my suitcase off the bed and onto the floor, pushing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me. "Fine, you win. I won't even take a shower." His eyes flash dangerously. I can feel his hands running up my side and under my shirt. His hands feel slightly wrong on my skin, but I can still feel myself shivering against his touch."Get off!" I demand when he grabs one of my wrists with his free hand and holds it down against the bed. I falter for a moment when his lips find my neck and they start sloppily kissing me like he knew I liked. I feel my feet sliding down and my back arching at how good it feels. My knees fall apart and he settles in a little, our hips connecting. I can feel him grinding against me, and I hear myself moaning a little as he starts kissin

"Excuse me." I mutter when I accidentally brush shoulders with someone walking by, probably making their way from one crowded bar to the next.I unlocked my phone and glance at the time; Almost eleven PM. I haven't been out this late since I'd married Killian. I eye a couple walking by, the woman was drunk and dressed in tight clothing, the man supporting her weight and leering down her low cut top. I flip the hood up on my hoodie, turning my head to the ground as I slip by. I have to look around a little, but finally I'm sneaking into Red Vine, a fairly lowkey pool hall tucked between a place that sold organs on the black market and an alleged great place to get pancakes. Honestly, the only reason Red Vine was lowkey was because the owner was a no bullshit kind of guy. From what I heard, he never tried to stop or stand in the way of shady deals happening in his business, but he would break everyone's face's involved if trouble was stirred up because of it. The inside was dark, and