All Chapters of The Alpha’s Forbidden Luna: Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Donald‘Damon has always been a proud person,’ my wolf, Kane’s voice settled heavily in my chest as I walked away from Damon's room, his words still echoing in my head. Pride, control, and independence were the pillars that had shaped him long before he ever became a King. And now, with the sudden change of him being confined to a wheelchair, that pride had taken a devastating blow and it had torn straight through his self-esteem, shredding it in ways even physical pain could not.That was why Damon had said all those things earlier, though a big part of me wanted to desperately believe that he had not meant them and that he had only spoken from pain and frustration. But Damon had never been the kind of man to say things he did not mean. No matter how angry he became, his words were always controlled. If anything, I was the one who spoke recklessly when emotions ran high. Which meant that Damon had unlocked a childish, volatile, and angry side of himself I had never seen before and

Lizabella Hearing Pearl blame herself snapped something inside me so without thinking, I gripped her small hands.“Don’t you ever think like that, Pearl. Do you hear me?” I softened my tone immediately when she flinched. “Your father is not upset with you, he is upset with what happened to him and that's why he's finding it hard to control his anger right now.”She sniffed, looking at me uncertainly.

 Lizabella   “You can do it, Lizabella. You can do it,” I whispered to myself, trying to cheer myself on as my hand hovering above the doorknob of Damon’s room as my heart thudded against my ribs, erratic, impatient, and full of the kind of fear that made my stomach twist into knots.   Every rational thought told me to step back, to run, and to say I couldn’t do this, but my hand wouldn’t retreat though I didn’t know what awaited me behind that door. I had no idea how furious Damon would be, how much of his anger he would unleash on me, or how quickly his words could cut through me.

DonaldSeeing Damon on the cold marble floor at the bottom of the stairs broke with pain etched into every line of his body, broke something inside me and all I could think about was how I caused this.When the doctor had called me earlier that day, I didn't know how to look Damon in the eye and explain that his rehabilitation had to be paused and that his body, the very thing he was fighting so desperately to reclaim, was betraying him again. So, I said nothing, I just kept quiet and went about my day, convincing myself I would tell him later, at a better time, when he wasn’t already so angry. Now that ‘later’ had come at the worst possible moment.If I had gone to him immediately, if I had sat him down calmly and told him before tempers flared, none of this would have happened.If I had run after him faster, ignored my irritation, swallowed my pride, and chased him down the hallway, I could have stopped him. But I didn't because I was fed up with his behavior, his cruelty toward th