All Chapters of The Luna's Choice.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stella's POV.A day went by since I last saw Owen. I hadn't stepped out of my room since the night before. If he knew, he hadn't showed up. No, I wasn't trying to make a drive out of him. I just couldn't go out…not after the breakdown I had the night before.And to be fair, I needed a break. Just to wrap my head around the fact that my mate wasn't mine alone. I had to share him with someone. I wasn't his first love, neither was I the one who he slept with first. Was I even his second?I rolled over and buried my head into the soft pillow. Then, I screamed. I screamed out my frustration, hoping to release some tension, but nothing worked. Feeling unsatisfied, I threw the pillow aside and sat up on the bed. Looking around the room, I realized how bland it was. Everything was painted white, just a huge blank TV before me, a bed lamp, vanity mirror, table, and chair. Maybe I shouldn't have moved out of Owen's place in a hurry. At least, his walls weren't painted white. Gosh, this made

Stella's POV.He didn't possibly come all the way here to settle with me, could he? When he didn't see me beside him, he paused and turned around. Owen raised his eyebrows and I raised my head in return. “You can say what you want here.” His hands went behind him and he stood straight. “I can't. Move your legs, Stella.” It wasn't a request, it was an order coming from an Alpha.I clenched my teeth and matched past him. When we got outside, I swerved around. “Speak. I have a patient to take care of.”“You won't go near him.” His steel voice said.My defense rose and I stared at him, ridiculously. “Excuse me?”“Should I repeat?” Owen stepped closer to me and his voice dropped an octave lower. “You don't go around hurting my people just because you're in a mood. I won't allow that.”My mouth fell open at his mean words. He didn't even give me a chance to share my story. He just assumed I hurt him. What people of his did I touch who didn't touch me first?? Needles pierced my heart at the

Stella's POV.The first thing I did when I opened my eyes this morning was to call Cooper. It was like an automatic thing; calling him when things were hard or whenever I was into my head felt like a second skin. I was overwhelmed. Everything became too much. And when I asked him what to do, he said, “Stella dear, be patient. Give him the benefit of doubt. Who knows? He may end up surprising you.”And when I thought about it, I realized he was right. So, I decided not to back out and gave him the benefit of doubt, hoping he wouldn't let me down. Still not feeling okay, I went for a run. To say that worked would be an understatement. I felt good, like I wasn't a few minutes away from a mental breakdown.I tapped my foot on the brown elevator tiled floor as I waited for it to get to my room. Leaning against the wall, I held the steel iron as I regained my breath. Damn, jogging in the morning was literally the best. Soon, the elevator stopped and I stood upright as I waited for the door

Stella's POV.“How do you know how to cook?” I asked curiously.Owen dropped his fork and took a sip out of his wine before answering. “I taught myself how to. Whenever my parents had pack business to attend to. And it became easier when Logan was born.”“How's Logan?” I should seriously check up on him. What sort of doctor didn't check up on their patient? “His legs,..” I trailed off.“Oh, he's well now. Thanks to you.” His eyes shone with appreciation.“Yet I almost got stranded for it.” I muttered jokingly, placing a forkful of chicken in my mouth. But apparently, Owen didn't catch that.Owen suddenly choked on his food and coughed. I paused on my chewing and sat up. “Are you okay?”He said nothing and drank water. Then, cleared his throat and gazed at me intently. “What?” I shifted in my seat and swept my hair away, feeling awkward from his blatant stare.“How petty are you?” I blinked, taken aback by his question. “What?” I asked, not sure I heard him right.“Will you ever let

Stella's POV.Owen's gaze lingered on me. The barely lit room spinned around me and I staggered, my breath became laboured. Owen hurriedly held me and slowly guided my butt to the bed. Dead. Coma.The two words swirled in my brain like a tsunami, and all I could see was Aria’s body laid on Kormak's lap and her chest not moving.And I hated that. No, Aria was the number one person who truly knew me and loved me despite it all. I needed Aria to be okay because that was the only way I could be okay, too.She died, I died. That was the way I saw it.It was as if I was electrocuted back to life. I abruptly stood up and stared up at Owen, I clawed on his forearm, constantly repeating Aria's name. He got the memo and pulled on my wrist. I had no idea when we got downstairs or how we got into his car. Everything felt like a haze daze. And I wanted out.Because I badly needed Aria to be okay. I couldn't even begin to think about what Kormak could be going through right now.He needed me. Th