บททั้งหมดของ His Beautiful Luna: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Logan That shower was well needed, in more than one way. It gave me time to think more clearly and figure out where Isabelle's head was. I walked down to the great hall, I waited to see how mum and Mae were doing. "Higher, Max, come on!" Mae hollered at him, I looked over to Max, who was trying to put a roof of streamers in the air. Max made eye contact with me and mouthed the words 'help me', I chuckled at the encounter. I looked around and saw mom in the corner trying food. I walked over to give her a hug. "Hey, what are you doing?" I ask her polietly. "I'm picking the menu for the evening, trying to combine pack cultures. Like what Isabelle did, what are you up to?" She looks up at me after handing a plate of red velvet cake. I sat down next to her and took a huge bite. "Checking up on you guys." I shrug, I look over at her food list and notice the maple glazed salmon was on her list. "Mum." I say to get her attention. "What's up, fire fly?" She says, not even looking up a

Logan "Hey, we got to start heading to your office, and Anna is going to drop off our suits." Max pats my back, I take a deep breath. We leave the great hall to walk to the office. Which looks very good in my opinion, I watch as Max takes a landscape picture on his phone. "What are you doing?" I ask. "I'm sending this to Mae, just in case she has to change it before tonight." He rolls his eyes as he turns to finally walk with me. "What if this doesn't go as planned?" I ask him bluntly and show a little vulnerability. "Are you doubting your mad skills, Alpha?" He asks me, trying to give me a boost of confidence. He nudges me with his arm. "I just want Isabelle to be safe." I say plainly as I open the office door. I get behind my desk and sit, while Max takes his position. Judging others over my shoulders, I fold my hands and get into my best 'I'm the Alpha of this pack and I mean business' look. "I trust that the girls have a backup plan in the meantime. Don't you?"

Isabelle "What was your conversation about?" Logan asked me, I could hear the hesitantion in his voice. I turned to look at him because I had already started pacing. I looked down at the ground, he close the space between us and grabbed my chin softly, making it so that I would have to look him in the eye. "What did he say, beautiful?" "The same thing he spoke to you about earlier, but a little meaner. He also lectured me about the importance of getting marked no matter what and getting pregnant as soon as possible." He rolled his eyes and brought me into a tight hug. He kissed the top of my head and started to talk into my hair. "First of, breath." I inhaled, not even realizing I have been holding my breath. "Second, you just turned eighteen, and I'm not ready for kids, so I can only imagine how you're feeling. Thrid," He let my shawl slip just a little to show only him my mark. "You already have a mark, and my love. You've had my love since the day I caught you in the pizza p

Isabelle I turned from the window and the cuddles. I walked over to the desk, which was now supposed to be mine. I looked down at Cynthia's photos she had lined on the desk. Mostly, Logan growing over the years, I let go of a small smile. I shaked my head and grabbed my shawl from the back of the chair, and adjusted it around my neck again. "Are you okay?" Logan asks, but I can already feel him fishing in my brain. I shook my head, trying to block him out. "Don't ask and then go digging. It's not polite." I scold him with a smile. "It feels like this plan could go one of two ways, especially if we involve Ellie. I am unaware of how deep her loyalties lie, and I feel as if this is a grave mistake." Logan continues to look at me with love and tenderness. He grabs one of my hands to pull me back closer to him. Gently, he picks my chin up, so that way our eyes are meeting each other. "Eventually beautiful, you are going to have to let me in that pretty little head. Otherwise,

Logan I broke away from the hug to change as Isbelle sat on our bed. I quickly got into jeans and a T-shirt. Isabelle began to curl herself into a ball on the bed. "Beautiful, you need to change." I tell her as I walk over to take her heels off. She doesn't move. She doesn't even flinch as I gently slip them off. She rests her chin on her knees as she looks up at me. "He hurt Anna." She whispers softly. I nod in agreement. "What are you going to do?" She asks calmly. "That depends." I answer. "On?" She looks at me quzically, ajusting herself into a criss cross postion. "Are you ready to be the Luna I have been catching glimpses of." I say honestly. "I can't, I love my pack. The long game is more beneficial than its short-term rewards." She states in a very leadership like manner, that nade me very impressed. I felt the smile from the pride come across my lips, but I could also still see the fear in her eyes. "I agree," I begin as I pat her leg. "So I will remind