All Chapters of Loner for Luna: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

AndrewI keep reminding myself that I have a life – a damn good, interesting life without her. Training, missions, my pack, my freedom, even school's life. All of it should be enough. She’s nothing. She shouldn’t take up space in my head. She shouldn’t matter. And yet… she pisses me off in ways no one else ever has, and the anger doesn’t fade – it just loops in my mind on repeat, like a stupid song you hate but can’t stop humming because the chorus is burned into your skull.Every smirk, every eye-roll, every little twitch of her face plays over and over until it’s impossible to think about anything else. She’s like static on the radio, buzzing through every channel no matter how hard I try to tune it out. And the worst part? The more I try to shove her out of my thoughts, the harder they claw back in, like she’s carved herself into the wiring of my brain.The other day she slid into the car like she owned the damn place, tossed me one of those smug looks, and ignored me for the rest

PrueHonestly, I didn’t expect much when he asked me to see the pack grounds. At first, I thought it was just another one of his Alpha orders disguised as “being helpful.” But as we walked, I realized he was actually trying – awkward, stiff, too formal for his own good, but trying. He explained the rooms, the ballroom, even the dungeons, all with that furrowed-brow seriousness that made me want to roll my eyes.What struck me the most, though, was that he wasn’t putting on a show for anyone else – this wasn’t Alpha Andrew parading in front of his pack. It was just… him. A little awkward, a little sarcastic, trying not to slip up. Part of me wanted to mock him, the way I usually do, but another part of me caught something almost… genuine in him. Not that I’ll admit it to his face. Still, for a short time, it was more revealing than I expected, and maybe – just maybe – I saw more than the arrogant Alpha boy he tries so hard to be.The walk overall was… whatever. At least now I knew wher

PrueI twirled in front of the mirror, watching the skirt flare and settle, trying to see myself from every possible angle. The dress wasn’t sunshine-bright yellow, not the kind of color that screamed look at me, but it was soft, warm, almost gentle. My dad had bought it for me. That alone should have been reason enough to wear it.And… I did look good in it. That much I couldn’t deny. Which was exactly why my thoughts betrayed me and drifted – completely uninvited – to Alpha boy: Andrew. To the possibility that maybe, just maybe, he would like it too.I groaned quietly at my reflection. I know, I know. Pathetic.He had been nice. Twice. Barely. And here I was already spiraling, dressing up like a fool, acting as if two decent moments erased weeks of tension, irritation, and that constant undercurrent of war between us. Maybe I really was dumb for doing something nice for him so quickly.I blamed the bond – fully, entirely. Not the typical female thinking, thank you very much. This was

AndrewI knew something was wrong the second I walked into my next classroom. Not wrong in the dramatic, someone-just-died sense. Wrong in the subtle, controlled way the air shifts before a storm – quiet on the surface, charged underneath. The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly, chairs scraped against tile, a few students lingered near the front pretending to care about homework. Normal.And then I saw her. Prue was at the teacher’s desk. Not sitting like a regular student waiting for clarification. Not standing awkwardly with a notebook clutched to her chest. No. She was leaning. I walked deeper in the class to see her face, but, man what a grand mistake that was. What I saw almost ripped my wolf out in the middle of the classroom.I watched as her one hand braced lightly against the edge of the desk, weight shifted just enough to curve her posture into something that looked effortless but absolutely wasn’t. Her hair fell over one shoulder in that way that made you think it had just h

Prue “So are you ready to take up a dare or are you just a chicken?” John picked up the earlier topic. Ah, I was still on his radar. Pity.“Okay,” I said, lifting a brow. “Try me with something.”“Truth or dare?” Still sticking to the classics. I wasn’t about to share any kind of personal information with these looney heads.“Dare, of course, John!” I said in a duh tone that made the others chuckle.“I dare you to run from here to Moonstone garden's fountain in ten seconds. Human form, but wolf speed allowed of course.” John smirked. I contemplated the distance in my head, calculating quickly where the garden was in relation to the pack house. Ten seconds…“Fifteen seconds,” I countered, as if this game had ever been a bargaining market. He smirked wider.“Twelve.” He replied smugly, almost making me laugh out loud.Can't read my, can't read my, no, he can't read my poker face, I sang in my head to compose myself. I glanced toward the windows, checking if there were any patio doors t