Todos los capítulos de The Luna He Left Behind: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Sienna’s Point of View“Be good, okay?” I say as I crouch down in front of Aiden. He is already halfway through Luke’s front door, grinning from ear to ear as Luke bounces excitedly beside him.“I will, Mommy!”He promises before darting off towards the backyard, the sound of their laughter echoing as they go.Anna chuckles softly, shaking her head. “They will l be fine, Sienna. Go enjoy your afternoon.”I smile and nod my head. “Thank you, again, Anna... I will be back to pick him up in a couple of hours.”She gives me a quick wave before closing the door.When I turn back, Scott is already leaning against his car, his hands in his pockets, waiting for me. The easy smile he gives me makes me shake my head.“You are smiling. That is good to see.”He says.“I’m trying." I admit, walking towards him. “Are you ready to go?”I ask and he nods his head. “Yes, but before we go shopping, can we go get some lunch? I am starving.”He says and I laugh, nodding my head.“Yes, of course. Le

Sienna’s Point of ViewFor a long moment, none of us move. The air feels thick, heavy with confusion and shock. Scott’s chest is still rising and falling fast, his jaw tight, his fists clenched at his sides.Bianca looks like she is about to faint.It takes me a full heartbeat to piece it together.*Bianca.*She is the mate that Scott hasbeen searching for all this time, the one who disappeared without a word. The one he thought was dead.I blink, my mouth opening but no sound coming out.“Okay...” I finally manage to say, trying to make sense of the chaos. “I have no idea what is going on here right now… but I think we all need to talk.”Asher turns to Scott, his voice sharp with venom.“Can they let you go? Or are you going to behave like an animal again?”Scott glares at him, his shoulders still tense.“I’m fine.”Jake and the warriors exchange a look, but they release him slowly, staying close in case he snaps again. Scott shakes out his shoulders, his eyes still burning with th

Sienna’s Point of ViewI find him outside, near the tree line behind the packhouse, pacing like a caged animal. His hands are in his hair, his jaw tight, every muscle in his body trembling with rage and heartbreak.For a second, I just watch him. The raw pain rolling off him is almost physical, it hits me like a punch to the chest.“Scott,” I say softly.He freezes, but doesn’t turn around. His shoulders rise and fall rapidly as he exhales. “Don’t.”“Don’t what?” I ask quietly, taking a cautious step closer.“Don’t tell me to calm down. Don’t tell me to breathe. Don’t tell me it is going to be fine,” he says, his voice sharp and broken at the same time. “Because it is not.”“I wasn’t going to say that,” I tell him. “I just wanted to make sure that you are okay.”He lets out a humorless laugh. “Okay? You really think I am okay right now?”I shake my head. “No. I know you are not. But you don’t have to face this alone.”He finally turns to face me, and the look in his eyes makes my h

Sienna’s Point of ViewThe next morning, the air is cool and quiet, the kind of morning that should feel peaceful. but it doesn’t. There’s too much hanging in the air after last night. Too many questions. Too much pain.Scott and I walk down the small street towards the café near the edge of town, neither of us saying much. When we finally sit down outside with two cups of coffee, he just stares at his. The steam curls upward, catching the light.“So…” I start softly, watching him. “How are you feeling today after everything that happened?”He lets out a long sigh, shaking his head. “Honestly? About the same.”“About the same?”“Yeah.” He leans back in his chair, looking exhausted. “I don’t know what to do, Sienna. I thought finding my mate would fix everything. I thought it would feel like some kind of answer.” He laughs bitterly. “Instead, it feels like someone just ripped the floor out from under me.”I take a sip of my coffee, my eyes on him. “I get it. You have every right to be

Asher’s Point of View I slam the door to my office shut behind me and I twist the lock hard until it clicks. The sound echoes through the quiet room. My chest is still burning, the pain of the rejection slicing through every nerve, every muscle. I stumble towards the small bar in the corner and pour myself a glass of whiskey with shaking hands. The first swallow burns down my throat. The second one goes down much easier... Too easy... By the third, my hand is trembling so badly the glass clinks against my teeth. “Fuck.” I hiss, slamming it down and pouring another. The silence presses in around me, heavy and suffocating. My chest tightens again, the bond snapping and tearing inside of me like a thread being ripped out by force and it feels like I can’t breathe. I don't even finish my drink before I throw the glass. It hits the wall and shatters, amber liquid dripping down the white paint like blood. WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO? My wolf’s voice roars through my head, raw an