All Chapters of The Forgotten Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AnnaMate. The word echoed in my head like a whisper. I stood there with a needle in my gloved hands, shocked. There was no way that this could be real. I must be hearing things. I had a mate. And his name was Damon. The man who had turned me to a surrogate. It was impossible to have another. The moment ended between Rohan and I after that. He groaned in pain as he sat up on the bed. His torso was exposed and I couldn’t help but stare at his well chiseled abs. I shook my head dropping the bloody needle down on the stainless stress. The smell of blood filled the room—his blood. But I didn’t feel a wave of nausea or hatred. I was finally healing. I took off the blood stained gloves and dumped them in the trash can at the corner. When I turned around, Rohan had his shirt back on. “Thank you,” he said standing on his feet. I was surprised. “No. You’re not supposed to leave yet,” I pointed out. “The anesthesia hasn’t even worn off yet.”He scoffed as he walked up to the mirror in the r

AnnaThe elevator door binged before it opened. I stepped into the bar feeling exhausted and confused. The crowd in the bar was less than I imagined. I was surprised that people would be in the bar every minute of every day. Well, what more would I expect?I sauntered to the counter, my legs barely carrying me. My mind was filled with thoughts and questions. The moment I had shared with Rohan lingered in my head. Why was I still thinking about that? It wasn’t going to happen. And I didn’t want it to either. Rohan despised me. I could see the hatred in his eyes. Being imprinted on by him was an irony. I was hoping he was going to reject me immediately when he returned. Who knows when?I sat on the counter, rubbing my forehead. My first day at the hospital had been underwhelming. Well, apart from the fact that we had an emergency and that I stitched Rohan’s shoulders. But that was about it. There was a female bartender backing me. From the long brown wavy hair, I could tell that it wa

Rohan “Wake up,” I said, tapping the vampire on the cheek. His body was sprawled on the floor with a knee on his abdomen and a silver dagger close to his throat. The vampire woke up and when his eyes saw the dagger, he chuckled. “Oh. So it wasn’t a dream,” he said in disgust. “What are you going to do, cut me into pieces?” I chuckled. My shoulder stung badly and I could feel a warm liquid oozing down my shoulder. It was my blood. The bandages had been soaked with blood and it seemed the stitches had been undone as I tried to take Luciana’s mate out. “No. I’m going to let you go,” I said. Luciana’s mate looked at me, the expression of shock etched on his face. “What?” He asked. “All I need is a pint of your blood. And some information.” The vampire stared at me, his crimson eyes wondering if he could trust me. The blood oozed down my hand and it was only a matter of time before he perceived it. The Dead Man’s flower was probably hiding the scent from him. That was my only

Rohan I pushed the glass doors apart as I rushed into the hospital. The test tube was in my hand and I could feel the warmth of Leonardo’s blood seeping through it. I had to hurry to Jarred. He didn’t have much time. The deadline for the venom was twenty-four hours. If I didn’t get it to him, he would turn into one of them or die. But since he was a werewolf already, the venom was going to kill him. It was a painful way to go. I rushed to the elevator and touched the buttons multiple times hoping for the door to come down. I tapped my foot impatiently as I waited for the door to open. When it did, I stepped into the elevator and hit the floor button. I ran my fingers through my hair as I went up. Leonardo had escaped and it was all my fault. I was too busy trying to get information out of him that I didn’t think of the consequences of my actions. But that didn’t matter to me. I got what I wanted—his blood and the answer to my question. I knew the name of the vampire that had orc

Anna My eyes fluttered open to the sound of the birds chirping at my windows. I stretched on the bed basking myself in the morning light that washed into the room. It warmed my skin, making me feel better already. Yesterday had been a mess, but hopefully today will be better. My first shift at the hospital had been awful. I had been through a lot of emotions on my first day. My eyes fell on the clock by the bedside and I was shocked as I stared at the time. It was 7:35 am. I had to report to the hospital by 8am. I jerked from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, washing myself. By the time I was dressed up, it was five minutes to 8. There was no way I was going to make it in time. I hurried downstairs in my jeans and blue shirt, hoping to catch a ride that would take me there in time. I was grateful when I heard the sound of a car approaching my driveway. The sound felt empty, and it made me wonder if Stella had left before me. That would be so rude of her. “Stella?” I called