All Chapters of Loner for Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

PrueI walked steady out of the office, leaving them to enjoy their cozy little family chat – the kind that involved shocked faces, unspoken words, and hopefully some righteous scolding. But the moment the door clicked shut behind me, my stroll turned into a full-on dash down the stairs. I yanked out my little bottle of scent masker, spraying a generous cloud over myself before tucking it back into the handy hiding spot in my bra. Honestly, bras were life-saving inventions – storage units, shields, and smuggling compartments all in one.I barely avoided crashing into an unsuspecting omega as I darted toward the main entrance, rounding the corner like a criminal on the run. Without a second thought, I made a beeline for the woods, slipping out the way I came in, as if I’d never been there in the first place. Mission semi-accomplished.As soon as I hit the tree line, I slowed my pace, convinced I was in the clear. The forest floor crunched softly under my feet as I strolled along, whist

PrueI sighed in relief when my house finally came into view, like a lighthouse after a storm. Somehow, I’d managed to keep a safe distance from the Alpha boy all day – a great distance, just to make sure he didn’t suddenly decide to kidnap me and drag me off to his royal wolf cave or whatever. The moment I caught a whiff of that infuriatingly intoxicating stench of his, I spun on my heel and walked the other way.Yes, that meant skipping lunch as well. Instead, I hid in the library, gnawing on the world’s saddest excuse for a sandwich. I ate it on the go, shuffling down the aisles like some tragic, underfed phantom haunting the shelves. Romantic, I know.When the final bell rang, I didn’t just leave school – I practically launched myself out the front door. Sprinting. Bolting. Might as well have yelled “freedom!” like some prisoner on the run. Did I even grab the right books? No clue. Did I care? Absolutely not. Priorities, darling. Survival first, homework later.The front door crea

PrueI sat on the new bed, staring blankly at the walls like they were supposed to explain the meaning of life – or at least what the hell I was doing here. It had been hours since I arrived, yet my suitcase was still zipped up like it had trust issues. I hadn’t unpacked a single thing. Maybe deep down, I was hoping for some miracle where someone would burst through that door and say, “Surprise! Just kidding. Your dad’s here to take you home.”No such luck.I already felt… lonely. A sharp sting welled up behind my eyes, but I blinked it back. I was not going to cry. Nope. Not happening. I hit the quilt beside me with a dramatic thump like it was personally responsible for ruining my life.A knock on the door cut through my emotional meltdown. Yes, I know what one looks like – don’t let the teenage label fool you. I’m self-aware. Unfortunately.“Yeah?” I snapped, lacing my voice with maximum attitude. How dare you interrupt my brooding.Andrew peeked his head in, damp hair clinging to

AndrewThe last few days have been nothing short of a nightmare. It was already unbearable enough to discover that my mate turned out to be a pis.sy lone wolf – but now she’s living in my house, in the room right next to mine? Honestly, I thanked every star in the sky that she chose another room. If she’d ended up in mine, actually sleeping in my bed… damn. That would’ve been the end of me. My life would’ve spiraled into a personal hell so deep, I doubt I’d crawl out alive.I was greatly annoyed I had to clear out half my closet just to fit her stuff in, thanks to my parents’ oh-so-gentle “request.” Yeah right – let’s call it what it was: an Alpha’s order. Blunt, fu.cking final, with no room to argue. Obey or choke on the consequences. Blah blah blah – puke.And still, somehow, this is worse. My life is shredded to pieces because having her right behind the wall feels like my soul’s been shackled there too. My attention – every damn ounce of it – is chained to the thought of her prese

PrueAfter school, I slid into Andrew’s car like nothing was wrong with the world and gave him a few clipped directions to reach Tom’s house. No explanation, no details, just commands. He gripped the steering wheel tighter every time I said “left” or “straight,” and honestly, I savored it.When we pulled up, I didn’t hesitate – I popped the door open and jumped out, letting my miniskirt swish just enough to make his jaw clench. Yes, I was still rocking my se.xy wardrobe. Like I was about to let all my carefully chosen outfits go to waste just because my mate happened to be a grouchy Alpha with zero sense of humor. Please. If anything, my fashion was now a weapon. A sparkly, short-hemmed, leg-flaunting weapon.Because if there’s one thing I knew about men – wolf or not – it’s that they often thought with the small head while the big one – the one actually carrying brain cells – just sits there gathering dust. I could only pray Andrew was no exception.I rang Tom’s doorbell, and he appea