All Chapters of Wrong Bride, True Luna: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

EthanA loud, animalistic roar tears out of my throat as I grab the vase off my desk and throw it against the wall. My chest heaves as I watch the glass scatter across the floor. “Ethan, calm down,” Joey mutters to my right, raising his hands as he tries to placate me. “Calm down?” I snarl and turn my head to look at him. “You want me to calm down after the news you just brought? The massive rogue force we sent to attack Derrick failed?” My eyes follow his every movement as Joey runs a hand through his hair and releases a frustrated breath, “listen, we underestimated Derrick and Logan.”“Damn it,” I hiss and aggressively wipe my desk clean, gripping the edges until my knuckles turn white. “He really did think two steps ahead, didn’t he? Sending troops to protect Derrick before he arrived at our pack,” I snarl bitterly. “Not to anger you even more, but there’s a reason why Logan is one of the most powerful Alphas out there,” Joey mutters, literally doing that one thing he claims he

AmeliaDuring the day, I reach out to Logan and agree to meet up later to talk. As soon as I finish up and close the door behind the last patient, I get dressed and leave, heading to the park near the hospital to meet up with him. “Hey,” he greets me as I step closer, smiling wider than I’ve seen him smile and scratches the back of his neck. If I wouldn’t know better, I’d assume Logan is nervous. “I’m glad you decided to reach out. Honestly, I was thinking about doing that anyway, but I’m still glad you did.” “Well, I’m glad you agreed to meet up,” I tell him and decide to rip off the bandaid. “I wanted to talk about the peace negotiations you’ve been stalling.” The smile fades from his face and a deep scowl replaces it. Logan doesn’t look pleased, almost as if he thought I reached out to talk about something completely different. “So that’s what you wanted to talk about?” He scoffs, crosses his arms in front of his chest and looks away. I want to roll my eyes at his attitude, b

KatherineLogan cuts off the mind-link again and this time, I’ve had enough. I grab the first object at my gasp—a crystal vase and throw it against the wall, shattering it to pieces. “Luna Katherine!” One of the maids gasps near me. Anger surges through me, my chest is heaving heavily with the breaths, but the small pieces scattering across the floor do nothing to calm my rage. I feel hands on me as the maid tries to stop me, frantically urging me to stop. “Get your hands off me!” I snarl at her and start throwing more things—everything at my reach, all of them shattering against the wall. By the time I’m done, the anger is still there, but I’m too tired to lift another thing. “Luna Katherine, what’s wrong?” The maid speaks softly, but I only glare at her. There’s no chance in hell I’ll ever tell her what’s going on. No servant in this pack will ever find out how rocky the relationship between Logan and I is. So, I glare at her again and snarl, “get out of here! You can clean u

AmeliaThe next day, I wake up to knocking at my door. I toss on a robe and rush to check who’s there, then a wide smile spreads across my lips as I see Ethan standing there. “Good morning, Amelia,” he says with a smile as wide as mine and gives me a quick once-over. “It seems you intended to enjoy your day off. I’m sorry to bother you.” “Nonsense,” I stop him and usher him inside. “You never bother me, and besides, today I’m starting work later, it’s not exactly a day off. But do tell why you decided to stop by. And don’t start with all that ‘I wanted to check on you’ stuff, you know I’m fine.” I scold him gently. Ethan chuckles and shakes his head. “Only partly this time. I’m always worried about your well-being, but today, I came to ask if you would like to come with me to see Logan off.” I stop in my step and slowly turn to face him. “What time is it?” “It’s almost noon,” Ethan answers. “The guards say there’s no movement around the house he’s staying in, so I decided that it

Amelia“Hey,” Logan says with a sheepish smile and lifts a bag I didn’t see him holding. “I brought some desserts since you probably already had lunch.” Sophia and Nina exchange knowing looks, wink at me and quickly hurry out of my office. Slowly, I stand up, “Logan, why are you here, really?” I ask and arch an eyebrow, not buying his excuse about desserts at all. To my surprise, he walks closer to my table and places the bag on it while grinning. I watch him open the bag and start pulling out various different boxes, setting them on the table in a neat line. “I had Marcel stop by the market and pick the best ones,” he explains and starts pointing his finger at the boxes. “He promised he tasted every one and honestly, I don’t doubt it since he looked a little green in the face after consuming all that sugar,” Logan chuckles and shakes his head.I look between the boxes and Logan, still sceptical, but he pays no mind to it as he slowly opens each box and rambles off about flavors a