Lahat ng Kabanata ng His Beautiful Luna: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Isabelle "Damn it! Lindsey, I have been waiting for three hours! I'm going in!" I could hear Mae yelling from out the door before it slammed open. It didn't even jump me because I knew that's what she was going to do, and Logan was still curled up by my side. It was not even phased by Mae's abruptness. A very exhausted Lindsey came in chasing after her. "I am so sorry, Luna." She pleaded, looking competely exasperated. I held my hand up. "It's okay, Lindsey. When was the last time you took care of you?" I asked her politely. "It has been slacking, miss." She answered, honestly. "Go find a guest room, take a shower and a nap. Recharge, grab food. You deserve it, girl." I told her. She bowed her head. "Thank you." And quickly darted out of the infrimary. Mae found a chair on my right hand side and took a seat, quickly grasping my hand. She was examining my face, checking me over, making sure that I was still me. She finally let out an exsaperated breath before crying uncont

Isabelle "He doesn't deserve that title." He told me through gritted teeth, his tone disapporving. "And you do?" I asked me, very asertively. Trying to remain calm as the argument started to upset me. "What is that supposed to mean?" He asked me in a smaller quiter tone. "It means the title doesn't make you an Alpha, and the sooner you realize that the sooner you can open your mind to the possiblity of other options. Besides isolating your uncle and your poor mother." I gesture to the door, but Logan is standing there with his eyebrows raise. "I do exactly that! But you're in a fragile state, and what you did was competely irresponsible." He also gestures to the door, still yelling at me. "The only thing fragile about me is the fact that you treat me like I am fragile!" I shouted at him. "Because I can't lose you!" He shouted back at me. There was a long pause as what he said sunk in for the both of us. I turned to the side of the bed and let my feet dangle above t

Isabelle I wake up an hour or two after coming home, alone in our bed. My heart immediately sinks, and the fear of abandonment creeps up into my throat. I swallow hard as I start to feel like my own mate couldn't stand me, which is why he wasn't next to me. I start to wail at my own thoughts, uncontrolably. The sound making even my own heart shatter more, I can only imagine how the rest of the pack might feel when they hear it. I hear panick voices, Mae and someone else. Then I heard Mae coming into the bedroom while whoever she was talking to dash out of the apartment. Mae enters my bedroom. "Izzy, what's wrong?" She tries to talk to me and console me, but my panic is too far gone that I can barely breathe. Mae quickly leaves the bedroom as fast as she comes in. I feel and catch his scent entering our apartment before I see him. He turns the corner towards our bedroom, and immediately, I feel a wave of calm. "My love," I hear him address me as he walks over to my side of the be

Isabelle I gasp at what he says. I think it was the first time I had ever really heard it. Besides the fact that he said it while I was in a coma. I kiss him softly. "I love you too." I whisper, I feel him go still underneath me. He kisses me again rougher. I pull myself away and rest my forehead to his. "Logan, I need to tell you something. And it's going to sound crazy." I look at him for reassurance. "Crazy or not, we are in this together." He looks at me and touches my face. He helps me up from the bathroom and guides me to the bed. He sits next to me softly and reaches for my pajamas. "What is it, Iz?" "I saw Mom, and we talked about everything. And she said something to me that I can't seem to understand." I look at him puzzled. He looks back at me with furrowed brows, confused as well. "She said, 'Please try to remember the day I died. It'll be your most valuable weapon.' What does that even mean?" I look at him. "Well, do you remember what happened?" He asks me, I

Isabelle "I love you, belle." He whispers to me, brushing strands of hair out of my face. My breath catches as he searches my eyes. I'm trying to gauge my response. I look at him for a very long time before I speak. "My Mom used to call me that." I whisper softly, 'it's french for beautiful." "I know," he whispers, matching my level as I try to process what's happening. "Willow told you?" I look down at my hands. "Willow told me." He confrimed, "when she came to check on Aspen, they are both itching for a run. But waiting to make sure you are capable of something like that first." I nod my head in response. "I don't know how to feel about this." I tell him as I start to pick at my fingernails, the anxiety of being unsure making me uncomfotable to the point where I bring my hands to my mouth to start chewing my nails. Logan gently grabs my hands and pulls them away from my mouth, and keeps them in his. "You don't have to know how you feel about it right now, Belle. Y