All Chapters of Their Bullied Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EzekielRhea stood in front of us, that apology having just left her lips. She held herself like she was afraid she’d fall apart if she didn’t. Her arms were wrapped around her stomach, and she looked down, her hair falling in front of her face. It was almost like she was afraid to look at us, afraid of what we might think or say.I hated seeing it. I wanted to run up to her and hold her tight, hold her together, so she didn’t have to do it herself. I held back, though, realizing she probably needed a bit of space right now.Footsteps behind me indicate Dylan and Gerard have entered the despite, despite my telling them to stay in their room. I thought I had locked the door behind me, but I guess I hadn’t. Now, all four of us stand in Rhea’s doorway, watching her every movement. “You shouldn’t have to be sorry,” I said instead, stepping forward. “We’re the ones that should say sorry. It’s my fault. I didn’t believe you. I trusted Anastasia over you, and I shouldn’t have. Yo

RheaI woke up and felt better than I had in a long time. I stretched and felt a little bit achy from all the physical activity, but it was a good burn in my muscles. I turned to see that Lionel and Zek were still naked and asleep next to me.My cheeks burned and I felt the instinct to cover up. I knew it was silly and foolish. They were my mates. I had slept with them so many times before but it felt different this time. I felt… awkward. I felt like I wasn’t sure I could be myself around them since I had been so open and vulnerable the night before. The previous night helped a lot with my anger and worries about Lionel and Zek but I wasn’t completely over everything. I didn’t feel completely secure yet—about anything. I got up quietly, headed for the closet, and got dressed. I felt a little shaky as I started to think about the monster and all the things still weighing heavily on my mind. I took a few deep breaths and tried to relax. I tried to remind myself they were still

RheaOur trail went cold. We couldn’t find the monster or any traces of it. Frustration built with every passing day. I just wanted to know what it wanted from me, and more importantly, why it called me by my mother’s name. I just wanted answers, and I was tired of not having any.Emma and Nina showed up at the pack house one day. They were glad the boys and I had made up, but that was the least of my concerns right now. I didn’t tell them that, though. I let them be happy for me. I hadn’t been happy with the boys for a while now, so I figured it wouldn’t hurt to celebrate the little victories.Still, I was constantly distracted thinking about the monster. Where was it? What did it want? Did it want to kill me? I didn’t think so, but the option could not be discounted. I tapped my fingers on my legs, trying to keep myself in the moment. I tried to listen to what my friends had to say, but my thoughts drowned them out.“So, what’s going on?” Nina asked after a while. “You se

Rhea“What? What did you just say?” I asked, demanding roughly from the monster. It took a step back and seemed agitated and confused. “Please tell me again! Tell me more!” I kept asking and moving closer to the monster but he kept backing up and getting more unsettled. I started to get desperate. “No. N—” it started to say but then shook its head, confused. It said nothing else, or at least nothing else human enough to understand. I could tell that it was getting upset and starting to lose focus. The boys urged me back but I pulled away from them. I couldn’t let it go. Not yet. They listened and let me keep going with the wolf, but they stayed close. Lionel looked ready to grab me and pull me away at a second’s notice.“Who are you? What’s your name?” I asked. But the monster shook its head and growled. It looked like it was having some sort of mental battle between how it was when it spoke and when it seemed more mindless and violent. I backed up and tried to give i

RheaWhen I woke up, people were surrounding me, yelling. Someone held me. It took a second for the world to come into focus. I was still in my bedroom, but I appeared to be on the floor. I pushed whoever was holding me away.“Guys, she’s awake,” Dylan said, his voice coming from above me. I looked up, and he was the one who had been holding me. “Sorry, Dylan,” I mumbled groggily. I forced myself into a sitting position. Pain shot through my head. I pressed the heel of my hand against my eye, trying to use the pressure to relieve some of the pain. “What happened?”“You passed out from overworking yourself,” Gerard said. “We’re worried about you, Rhea.”“Yeah,” Ezekiel said. “You’re doing far too much in far too little time.”“You’re scaring us,” Lionel admitted, his voice small.Hot shame crept up the sides of my face. I didn’t mean to scare them. I just wanted to help my father be free of his curse. I looked down at my hands, hoping to hide the tears springing in