All Chapters of The Luna’s Return: Avenging her lost son: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Calian POV “Forgive me for checking Alpha, but…you aren’t going to like what you see.” His words kill that internal hope within me. That I had been right about Belgaire falsifying the results.I reach for the envelope against that ominous sensation building inside of me warning me not to take them out of his hand. To ignore it, because this will change everything…life will never be the same after this.With a deep core centring breath in I open the envelope, pulling the documents out to inspect myself. Firstly, I check the results between Athan and Ame, surprised to find written in bold print is the word Match. I hold my breath, swallowing down the hard lump that is forming in the back of my throat as I turn the page over for the second set of results.The results between Athan and Dessa… I skim read the initial information looking for the words Match…nausea gripping me as the results scream out No Match… I think at first that I have misread it, that my eyes are tied. I even sla

Ame POV “You know you are drop dead gorgeous.” I smirk out at him, shaking my own head at his playboy humour. “Do I now…” He takes a step towards me, closing the gap between us. “Don’t deny it.” “I’m not denying anything.” His hands firmly place upon my hips, his steps moving me backwards until my upper legs meet the bed frame. With his hands remaining on my hips, he lifts me with ease…as if I weigh nothing, on the edge of the bed, before wrapping my legs around him.The scent of lust perfumes the air around me, my heart quickening as he stands before me, no room left between us. I realise that it is me who needs to make the first move, confliction is still etched in the corner of his eyes…waiting for me to push him away. I don’t know what has changed, I don’t know what this is. But the sudden fear rushing through my body holds a different pulse to it….it excites me. Slowly I run my hands up his muscular torso, lifting under the hem of his t-shirt as my fingers trail up his ton

Belgaire POV I have agreed to meet Calian at a discreet location off the main road between our packs, a wooded area that offers enough coverage to shield us from humans. I had left Logan to tear down the burning effigy of me that hung against the border fence, a parting gift by the rogue leader. I’m certain the orders came from him. With only a few rogue females and children left, Ame had been adamant that she wanted to check them over. At least I know she will be occupied for a few hours, and safe…the rogues having returned briefly to set fire to a copy of me, have now long gone. I recognise Calian’s car, parked on the side of the road, by the number plate. I pull up in front, checking his car before following his alpha scent into the woodlands. I know what to expect, he has had his own results between Athan and Dessa tested…he wouldn’t be calling me otherwise. He was also the one keen to not meet on either of our lands…meaning he wants to keep this between us. “Calian.”

Ame POV Logan continues to refuse to let the few remaining rogues into the pack grounds. Without Belgaire on site he isn’t willing to change the orders, which I understand, but these are children and elders. They wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.Even the mothers that huddle around their little ones, yes, they have wolves, yes they could fight but they are no threat. They are exhausted, running on empty. I couldn’t walk away from them, not without checking them first. I return to my clinic, collecting pots of my medicine and head back towards the border only to find two warriors waiting to escort me. Logan, no doubt, ordering them to watch my every move. I work through the small group, slowly earning their trust as they start to let me treat the children. I am constantly watched by the warriors, their intense glares upon the rogues and my every move, adding a level of tension around me. “I thought you were a healer?” I look up from applying cream onto child’s foot, to

Ame POV While the cats away the mice will play. But the mice do not realise that I used to be a cat as well. “Is there a problem?” I call out as I gain on the gate now surrounded by Savage Fangs’ warriors. All this for seven men…rogue men at that. “I told you to wait inside.” Beta Logan snaps back at me, sending a side glance my way…refusing to move his body out of his attack stance. His entire body is tilted forward, his spine elongated and his chest puffed out. As I step closer, I notice all of the warriors mirror his stance, they are preparing for his orders to attack. “Alpha is on his way; he sent me to investigate what exactly the issue here is?” I calmly reply, ignoring the overwhelming scent of hyped-up testosterone. Conscious that the escalating situation needs to be diffused immediately. It needs a female’s touch. “The issue?” The rogue alpha smirks back at me, his arms crossing as his eyes slowing scan me from toe to head. He hasn’t adopted an attack position like t