All Chapters of My Luna, My Son, My Regret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Kaden’s POV:Each fucking day, it comes and goes. The pain. The most brutal, intolerable pain that rips your heart from inside out. Suddenly, you couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t see the world around you because everything has faded to dark. And each fucking time, I hated her more. So much more.‘We have to find her.’ Rictus speaks out.‘Yeah. No shit.’ I cuss, making my wolf growl.‘What the fuck is the problem with you?’ he barks at me. How I wanted to see my wolf face to face for the opportunity of punching him right in the muzzle. For once, I actually worried my wolf might be stupid.‘Look at you, desperate to find her.’ ‘Of course I’m fucking desperate, she’s our mate!’ he growled.‘Mate or not, I decide what to do with her once we find her.’‘What do you mean? You’re not…”I could feel his fear. I wanted to laugh. ‘She betrayed us.’ I growl. Nothing, not even my wolf, would make me think otherwise.‘You don’t know that,’ he growls back. It’s the first time my wolf and I ever had a d

Eloise’s POV:A shiver shoots up to my spine as the wind blew straight to my face where I laid in bed, staring out the window. It was still bright outside. Nevertheless, neither did it stop the cold from entering nor the gloom from invading the house. Everything I touch makes a shiver run down my spine. Being naked also doesn’t help me from keeping warm, as Dexter demanded I walk around the house in a leash right where he wanted me. And each time, he carried around that damn camera. I could feel it following me around everywhere I go, no matter where it turns to, I see it. Watching me.I blinked back a tear threatening to escape me. It’s no use. The tears started since he killed that poor old man. In his eyes, I knew he wanted to help. But of course, Dexter saw that just as quickly as the hope the hope that sparked through the old man’s eyes, and that he also killed all too quickly.A shaky breath leaves my trembling, chapped lips. Closing my eyes, I recall all the events that happe

Eloise's POV:Dad is going to flip. Again. I skipped school today, wanting to spend the day carefree without having to worry about Professor Dumberose breathing down my neck because of those missing papers again. I don't even know why my father sends me to school when he practically homeschools me everyday, teaching me everything I need to know before I even get to class. And yes, the classes are all about pack laws, rules, and obligations of everyone in the hierarchy. All the boring stuff my father drilled into my head since the day I could walk.But I know it's worth it. Today, I am determined to make a new friend. All the girls at school are terrified of me because of my status, and all the boys are afraid because of my father. Well, being the alpha he made it clear on the first day he doesn't want any one of them coming near me. I shake my head, trying to rid myself of the thoughts since it's my birthday. I do not want to worry about the pressures being an alpha's daughter would

38 -Eloise's POV:ONE MONTH LATEREverything is going well between me and Dexter. Just in case, I took the crowbar without him seeing and settled it under my bed where it is easily within my reach.Since he took me to that attic, he only took me once after that. I gave in while blinking back tears of shame and disgust overwhelming me, but it was over as quickly as it started.Now that my belly is getting even more huge, he wouldn't be able to lay a finger on me until after I give birth.He thinks he can fuck me whenever he wants once they are out.He's wrong. My father was right. He was right about him all along. He had not an ounce of gratitude after everything my father did for him.Taking him in, giving him his own house, car, and everything else is something. But sharing his pack and family, and to hear him tell me he didn't give a fuck made me realize how fucked up his brain was.So once I give birth in a hospital, I'll make sure we get the help we need. After that, I do not wa

Eloise’s POV: Hearing the door close behind her, she snaps her gaze to me. She was an older woman. Not that old, around five or six years older, and she has a gentle smile on her face that makes you want to cry on her shoulder. She seems very nice, and I contemplated telling her about my situation, yet I doubt I had a chance with Dexter standing within earshot. He could be anywhere. He might be on the way to see my babies. Fear engulfs me at the thought. I do not want him anywhere near my children, but his threat made me fear for their lives. What am I going to do now? “My name is Abigail, by the way. I am the doctor who delivered your triplets,” she says, a smile on her freckled face. The woman is stunning, and pretty young to be a doctor, too. "Of course, doc," "Call me Abbie." She shrugs, sitting on the edge of the bed across from me. I furrow my brows, wondering why the small talk. It's as if she wants to get close to me. Nonetheless, I meet her eyes with a smile of