All Chapters of I Need You, My Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MEGAN'S POVI'm sitting in the stiff hospital chair beside my father's bed, a cup of lukewarm coffee in my hands that I haven't touched in the last twenty minutes.The morning light leaks through the windows, marking the sterile white walls with soft lines, and the faint beeping of the heart monitor fills the silence between us.Dad's doing much better now. There's color back in his cheeks, and his eyes are brighter, more alert. The doctors say he's recovering well, and honestly, it's a relief.He's sitting up against his pillows, flipping through a magazine someone left for him, but I can tell he's not really reading it.He keeps glancing at me.And I keep pretending not to notice.Because if he asks me what's wrong, I'm going to have to talk about it.And I don't want to talk about it.I don't even want to think about it.But I can't stop.Last night plays on a loop in my head, over and over again, like some twisted nightmare I can't wake up from.Xarion showing up at the restauran

MEGAN'S POVThe house is quiet tonight.And I can't sleep.I've been lying here in my room for what feels like hours, staring at the ceiling, Dad's words nagging in the back of my mind relentlessly."Children need both their parents.""Don't let your anger poison their relationship with him."I groan, rolling onto my side and punching my pillow in frustration.Why does he have to be right?I squeeze my eyes shut, willing myself to stop thinking about it.But it's impossible.The twins love Xarion. They ask about him constantly. And keeping them away from him because I'm angry?That's not fair to them.But it's also not fair to me.I flip onto my back again, exhaling sharply.This is ridiculous. I need to sleep. I have a meeting tomorrow, and if I don't get at least a few hours of rest, I won't be able to function properly.So I close my eyes, forcing myself to breathe slowly, trying to calm my racing thoughts.Just as I'm starting to doze off, I hear it.A faint sound.Almost hardly n

XARION'S POVI've been trying to sleep for hours, tossing and turning, but every time I close my eyes, all I see is Megan's face.So I gave up around 2 AM and dragged myself to my home office, hoping that drowning myself in paperwork would distract me from the chaos in my head.It hasn't worked.I'm currently staring at a stack of reports about border security, pack finances, and training schedules, but the words blur together. I can't focus. Can't think about anything except how I can get to her.I lean back in my chair, rubbing my face with both hands.This is pathetic.I'm the Alpha of the Aethonix Pack, and I'm sitting here at 3 AM like some lovesick teenager who can't get over his first heartbreak.Except Megan isn't my first heartbreak.She's the only one that matters.I'm about to force myself to read through another report when Andrew's voice slams into my head through mind-link.'Xarion, you need to get to Arkon General Hospital. Now!'I sit up straight, my heart lurching. '

XARION'S POVI'm still standing there with my jaw clenched and fists tight, trying to rein in the storm churning inside me when the twins suddenly hop off the bed and move toward Vance."Mr. Vance," Makayla pipes up, her voice still a little shaky but hopeful. "Did you bring any snacks for us too?"I feel a sharp pull in my chest.Vance's entire demeanor softens, and he crouches down to their level with an easy smile."Of course I did," he replies warmly, reaching into his jacket pockets. "What kind of friend would I be if I didn't?"He pulls out two small packs of gummy bears and hands one to each of them with a grin.The twins' faces explode with joy, and they both throw their arms around him in a spontaneous hug."Thank you, Mr. Vance!" they chorus in unison, their voices filled with genuine gratitude."You're very welcome," Vance chuckles, ruffling their hair affectionately.Megan watches the exchange with a soft smile, her eyes warm. "Thank you, Vance. Really. You didn't have to

DANIELLE'S POVThe news knocks the breath out of me like a bucket of ice water.I'm sitting in my living room, scrolling through my phone when I see the headline flash across the screen.**ROGUE ATTACK ON RESIDENTIAL PROPERTY IN ARKON: SEVERAL DEAD, MANY INJURED, HOME DESTROYED BY BOMBING.**My thumb freezes mid-scroll.I tap on the article, my heart pounding as I skim through the details.A coordinated rogue attack. Multiple casualties among the security team. The house burned to the ground.And then I see the name buried in the second paragraph.*Megan Pierce.*A jolt shoots through me.What?I read it again, slower this time, making sure I'm not misunderstanding.But no. It's right there.Megan Pierce and her two gremlins were attacked in their home early this morning. All three survived with minor injuries and are currently being treated at Arkon General Hospital.‘Survived.’The word rings in my head like poison.They survived.Megan and those damn kids survived.I throw my phone