All Chapters of Loving the Reborn Luna: Never Letting Go : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tristan Another day passed in the blink of an eye. Stepping out of the pack house the next morning, for the first time in a while I wandered the place. There were some places she had shown me during her recovery before Alyn's attack took place, places that she used to wander and stay in after school periods but wandered into less and less after she was pressured by Alyn and her parents to stay home. Seeing her rediscover it with me, memories spilled forth out of her as though it was like water to her and that was when I knew that in contrast to whatever I was going to say, her words were far more precious.Seeing her in that state, speaking no longer from a place of pain or resentment but peacefully, my heart had swelled.Most of all, I carried hope. Hope that somehow after she got better she would stay.Now I sat on the bench we’d once shared, in a small park she often rested in. Staring at the empty space where she used to be, the ache in my chest grew, a constant reminder of her

Valerie After she left I felt somewhat relieved. It was like a weight had fallen off me. Even amidst the worry, I wasn't alone, not anymore. Even though I didn't know who she was, I trusted her. The next set of maids came along and I didn't hold back to eat, albeit still selective. It wasn't compalency but patience. Noon turned to evening and soon the sun had gone down, leaving only the dark carpet of the night alongside the lights from the buildings I spotted from the window. I didn't bother turning in the lights. With nothing else but my thoughts I kept mulling over her words. I just needed to pull through. It might take a day or more, but I was ready for it. KNOCK. I tensed but relaxed just as quickly as the knick. Still, confusion threaded through my being. Based on my internal clock the last maid that came should have been the last for the day. Had I thought wrong? Before I could process it, the door opened and my heart froze. It was no maid, but Alistair himself

Valerie My voice, hoarse and unused for the past three days, rang out loud in the hall for the first time.The entire place stilled with shock as I focused on him. The panic in his eyes was clear.“Val-” his words were blissfully cut off by my slap. The sound rang across the large hall. The pain in my palm was worth it. As he turned towards me, stunned into place, I finally revealed the sneer I'd held back.He'd really believed my ruse. He'd thought he had everything under my control, that my grief would somehow pull me to accept him. What a twisted mindset.I'd made sure it fell apart. He couldn't stop me now.Before he could move I slipped away, slipping towards the lower part of the podium before I collapsed into a practiced fragile bow, heaving with exaggerated desperation and panic “Elders, guests present, I beg of you to save me. He and his guards have kept me confined for days on end, forcing me through the mating ceremony.”Murmurs rang aloud and the pack members were visi

Tristan I groggily opened my eyes, disoriented and confused. Bright lights shielded my vision, leaving me blinded. Slowly but surely, I adjusted blinking against the lights. As my gaze focused, the lights glare became more bearable, and I could make out what I was staring at— a very familiar ceiling.The faint sound of beeps and the slight stinging smell of antiseptic was what confirmed my clearing thoughts. I was in the pack hospital.A wave of panic washed over me as I tried to sit up, but a sharp pain shot through my body, forcing me to lie back down.“Easy, Alpha Tristan.” I whipped my head towards the source of the voice to find Dr Gerard approaching me, a relieved expression on his face as he entered. “It's good that you're awake. It was concerning.”Shifting my gaze from him I met the window. In the room, the hospital fluorescents illuminated the place. Outside however, it was moderately dark and only the dusk sunlight was visible. I turned back to face him. He stood in s

ValerieThe air was tense, tension so thick it could be sliced through. I wrung my hands tightly enough to hurt as I faced the spectacle that was unraveling in front of me.My heart was racing, each pulse sending another wave of worry and alertness through me. Moments ago, I was still reeling from disbelief, and pure relief. Tristan was back. He was ALIVE. After days of grieving, of resolution, it felt like the hollowness inside me was filled. I could finally breathe again.And now…My gaze shifted back to Tristan who was taking off his shirt for the sake of the Challenge. My heart sank at the sight of his battered body. The bruises and cuts seemed to scream at me, filling me with a sense of dread. The bandages on his hands, covering his wrists to fingers made my heart twist but the bandages covering his chest sent a pang through me.His wounds weren't healing. If Alistair's words were true, he was being put in a severe disadvantage.How could he possibly face Alistair in this stat