All Chapters of Hidden Bond Of The Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

The ride back to Joe’s childhood home had been Michael’s first taste of unease, but it wasn’t until the following morning that the feeling truly settled in his chest, heavy and unshakable. It was like an itch he couldn’t scratch, a whisper at the back of his mind telling him something wasn’t adding up. He woke early, far earlier than he usually would on a weekend, and spent a good ten minutes just staring at the ceiling of the guest room, trying to piece together why he felt so... off.The house itself didn’t bother him. Dana’s warm hospitality was a constant, and even though Robin’s distant demeanor hadn’t improved much since last night, Michael wasn’t the type to take it personally. But something about Joe’s family, or maybe the way Joe fit into this family, was gnawing at him. He didn’t know why, but every time Robin looked at him, Michael felt like the man knew something he didn’t—and that knowledge had weight.Joe found him in the kitchen, standing by the sink with a cup of coffe

Michael sat behind the wheel, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. The car was packed, the engine idling, and Joe sat silently in the passenger seat, staring down at her hands. They were supposed to be on the road by now, heading back to the city and to their normal lives, but Robin’s voice calling out had stopped them both in their tracks.“Michael, wait,” Robin said, stepping out onto the porch. His voice wasn’t commanding, but there was a weight to it, something unspoken hanging in the air. “Can I talk to you? Just for a minute?”Michael froze, his jaw tightening. The last thing he wanted to do was have a heart-to-heart with the man who had been absent for most of his life. He could feel Joe’s eyes on him, silently urging him to say something, but all he could muster was a clipped, “What is there to talk about?”Robin took a step closer, shoving his hands into the pockets of his worn jeans. “I know you’re angry. You’ve got every right to be. B

Michael's days away from Joe were anything but peaceful. The distance didn’t bring the clarity he’d hoped for. If anything, it made things worse. As a werewolf, being away from his mate was almost unbearable. Every fiber of his being screamed for her presence, and the constant tug in his chest reminded him of what he was trying to deny.Three nights passed with little to no sleep. He’d toss and turn, unable to quiet his restless thoughts or soothe the ache that came with missing Joe. By the fourth night, he was at his breaking point. The walls of his apartment felt too tight, the silence too loud. He needed something—someone—to ground him. And so, without overthinking it, he packed a small bag, grabbed his keys, and started the long drive home to his family.The thought of seeing them brought a flicker of relief. He could already picture the playful arguments with Ella, his younger sister, who was always easy to tease. Just imagining the way her face would scrunch up in frustration wa