All Chapters of The Luna He Left Behind: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sienna’s Point of ViewThe morning air is cool as I make my way down to the training grounds. I spot Scott almost immediately. He is standing with Mark, giving instructions to a group of young warriors. When he notices me, he smiles, lifting a hand to wave at me.“Morning, Doctor Hayes.” He calls out teasingly.“Morning, Alpha.” I reply with a smirk as I walk over to them. Mark smiles at me as well."Good morning, Doc."I smile back at him."Good morning, Mark."I greet him back and he walks over to the group getting ready for training. I turn back to Scott and for a second, we just look at each other, and I realize that it is not awkward anymore. The tension that used to hang thick between us is gone. There is no guilt, no discomfort, just an easy, natural calm.Then Scott grins at me. “You ready for another round today, or are you still recovering from my victory last week?”I laugh. “Your victory? You mean the one where you tripped over your own feet and claimed it was a dist

Asher’s Point of View I lean back in my chair, rubbing my temples as Derek flips through the pages of the treaty draft. The sound of paper rustling fills the office while my mind keeps drifting, to Bianca and Ethan, to the attacks, to Sienna and Aiden... “So…” Derek says, breaking the silence. “You are actually reconsidering this?” I look up at him. He is frowning, like I just told him I was planning to invite rogues in for dinner. “Yeah...” I say slowly. “I was just thinking you know, that he is Bianca’s family and we should consider that.” Derek lets out a low sigh, tossing the treaty down onto the desk. “Right. Because we totally trust her brother.” He mumbles. I lift an eyebrow. “You are not exactly hiding your feelings there.” “I am not even going to try to.” He says flatly. “That guy is a snake, Asher. He always has been. I still can’t believe Bianca’s related to that jackass.” He says, shaking his head. I can’t help the small smirk that pulls at my

**Bianca’s Point of View** I can’t stop glancing at my phone. It is sitting just next to the cutting board, with the screen down, but every time it buzzes I feel my pulse jump like it is trying to claw out of my throat. I stir the sauce, force myself to breathe evenly. Just focus on dinner. Breath and calm down.I say, trying to get myself to calm down, then the phone buzzes again. I grab it before I can stop myself and a photo lights up the screen. It looks like documents. Official ones. My breath catches when I recognize the crest at the top, it is the alliance papers. My hands start to shake. The only reason he would send me this is because something is wrong. Another message comes through almost immediately, and I swallow hard. “Do you think this is a joke? Is this supposed to be funny? This is all you could get me? I knew you were useless. Now I have no more need for you. You will be sorry.” My whole body goes cold. The phone nearly slips from my hand. I stare at the me

Sienna’s Point of View By the time we finish breakfast, my nerves are shot. Scott offers to come with me to the hospital, but I shake my head immediately. “No. Someone needs to stay here with Aiden, would you mind? He will feel better having someone around that.” He studies me for a second. “Are you sure? I don’t mind coming with you.” “I know...” I say softly. “But I will be fine. Really.” He nods his head at me. “All right. Then of course I wouldn't mind watching Aiden… Call me if you need anything?"He says and I quickly nod my head. “I will. I promise." Aiden looks up from his cereal. “Mommy, where are you going?”He asks with a small frown. “To see Grandpa and Uncle Derek, remember?” He frowns. “But you said that they are sick.” “They are.” I say, crouching down next to him. “But I am just going to make sure the doctors are taking good care of them.” “Can I come too?” He asks but I shake my head. “Not this time, baby. You stay with Uncle Scott, okay?” He

Asher’s Point of ViewI stare at the closed door, my jaw ticking, my wolf pushing to get out.Did I just agree to the rejection?My mind begins to spin, my heart racing.I need a run. I don't even bother to take off my clothes before shifting and taking off towards the forest. By the time I get home, I can still feel the echo of the slammed door in my head.Her words. Her tone.The way she looked at me, so calm, so final.It shouldn’t bother me this much.But it does.I push open the front door and step inside. The lights are low, and the faint scent of dinner still lingers in the air. “Asher?”Bianca’s voice carries softly from the kitchen.I look up as she appears in the doorway, her hair loose, one hand holding a towel. She studies me for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly. “Hey. Where were you?”“Working.” I say quickly, heading towards the fridge to grab a glass of water. “We had a few late meetings to go over patrol rotations.”She watches me carefully, like she doesn’t