All Chapters of The Imperfect Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Cassian“I have everything ready for you. I also ordered the oil you like. Once you are done with—” Ravenna tries to distract me, her hands all over my body, but all I feel are icy hands trying too much.She knows we don’t have that kind of relationship anymore. “Stop.” I grabbed her wrist before she could touch my face. My eyes are trained on Sasha, who is being hugged by Alaric.“Cassian. I am—”“I told you. I don’t need you doing shit for me,” I growled, pushing her off me, then turning to Martin, with a look that says, ‘Take care of this.’But when I look back at Sasha, Alaric is fucking kissing what’s mine. His lips are on hers, and I see red. He can’t possibly be with her. And she let him.“You know the way you are looking at them. I feel like we might be seeing a corpse soon,” Lucius whispers, coming to stand closer to me. My hands curl into fists; I want to rip him off her and rip off his hands for touching her.She is mine. Mine alone.I try to take a step towards them, but L

Sasha“You’re leaving.” Ariel’s voice comes from the door. I shove the last piece of clothing I own into the bag. Not a question,“Don’t worry, I didn’t take what’s not mine,” I throw over my shoulder, heading to the bed to pick up the dress I wore when I first came here, when Cassian bought me.“You can’t.”“Well, there’s nothing for me here,” I retort, making sure everything is in its rightful place.“He is here.” She says behind me, and I catch the nervousness on her face through the mirror.“He never stopped looking for you.” She goes on, following me behind like she used to do whenever I was nervous. News flash, I already know that, but I don’t tell her.“He shouldn’t have when he was married to her!” I snap. I hate that every time Ravenna is brought up, I suddenly lose my shit. She shouldn’t affect me, but she does.“You have to at least give him a chance,” she insists, but doesn’t explain to me why I should be giving the man who broke my heart so many times a chance.“He is a

Sasha“What do you mean? I don’t know…“ I start to ask, but Isaiah’s firm grip on my hand stops me. “I will explain everything,“ he says, his voice reassuring, as I gaze back at the castle, the people who’d taken me in and helped me now telling me my new home’s in danger.“We need to meet His Grace, but they’re refusing us,“ Isaiah says, his eyes meeting mine with an unspoken plea. I feel the weight of his expectation, like I’m the last hope he has.‘This is a bad idea. I should be leaving, not getting involved.’ I think to myself, a wave of unease washing over me as I consider Isaiah’s request.“Please,“ Isaiah says, his voice cracking with desperation. I want to refuse, but something about his plea stops me. Isaiah’s never been one to beg, and seeing him like this—broken and weighed down—makes me hesitate.“Alright, I might arrange a meeting,“ I say to Isaiah, flashing Nikki a brief, apologetic smile. She nods sympathetically, as if to say, “I get it.““We can go inside and I’ll try

SashaMy mind is racing with the implications of what I just discovered—Cassian has intimate photos of me that I never knew existed, and the thought sends a shiver down my spine.I settle into the seat, my eyes never leaving his face, a mix of emotions swirling inside me. The questions are piling up, but I bite my tongue, choosing to let the silence hang between us for now.“Alpha Isaiah, I understand you need my help,” Cassian says, taking a seat in the chair next to Isaiah, who nods curtly before leaning back, the gesture surprisingly casual given the circumstances. I sit beside Isaiah, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, my eyes fixed on Cassian as I try to read his expression.“I am willing to help with five hundred omegas and gammas,” he says, his offer coming out of nowhere, without Isaiah even needing to present his case, his confidence and authority filling the room.Isaiah shifts in his seat, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he casts a questioning glance my way. I meet his

Sasha“So, what did he want?” Isaiah asks me when I find him later in the day. He has been busy the entire morning, and I didn’t get a chance to speak with him.“I don’t know. He just gave me a document to look at.” I exhale heavily, looking towards the river, the waves roaring and hitting against the granite rocks. It sounds so peaceful.“You don’t have to do anything, sweetheart. If it makes you uncomfortable, then we can find another way. You don’t have to—”“But I want to,” I cut him short. “I want to help. If getting help from Cassian means I have to give up something, then that’s fine,” I said.“Sweetheart,” he whispers, turning to face me.I look at him, then force a smile. “I know what you are going to say, so don’t.”“Okay. But you know I would do anything for you, right?” He asks me, and I nod. Of course, I know he would. That’s the kind of person he is. That’s why I was ready to do anything for the pack.“How is Elsie?”“Good. I hear, but they need me back home, so I’m leav