All Chapters of The Luna’s Return: Avenging her lost son: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Ame POV Every time I push on the bond with my wolf, she pushes me further back into the darkness. I have no awareness of time, the black hole that is now my complete existence, slowly sending me mad. Is this what I had put her through. I just assumed the medication would make her sleepy, not send her to this dark place. The guilt I feel for abusing my wolf in such a way shames me, how could I have done this to her without realising the pain I was causing her. She has already suffered too much in my place, and now I learn I have been adding to that pain. No wonder she has pleaded with me for so long to let her come forward, promising me she would behave yet every time I do something triggers her, Balgaire helping to reign her back in. She cannot be trusted, and in not trusting her, she has now bulldozed through our bond, completely taking control. It will be her decision to let me return; I am now completely at her mercy. Without being forward with her, I am left with the i

Calian POV“Where did you get this?” I inspect the note in my hand, flipping it over expecting to find a clue as to who wrote this, because it certainly wasn’t me.“It was on my desk in the beta house. Is there a problem Alpha?”“Out…everybody out.” My voice is deathly quiet, trying to keep the anger from overspilling.“Alpha?”“I said GET OUT!” I roar out, every person within this basement shaking under my aura. I wasn’t the strongest alpha in existence today for no reason, I demanded respect, I expect my pack members to follow the fucking orders I give them without questioning me.Figures scramble to exit, the lights finally stopping their incessant flashing when the electrocution device is turned off.My eyes sharply turn to find it is Garrett that turned off the machine, his head bowing before he exits the room.I hold the note tightly in my clasp, the mere thought of somebody impersonating me within this pack for their own gain sends my wolf into a fit of unrivalled anger. Who

Ame POV As I stir awake, I feel a hand stroking my hair away from my forehead. The hands are gentle enough not to have been the reasoning for my wakening, but the eyes that stare across me from the end of the bed leave me feeling unsettled.It takes me a moment to understand that it would be impossible for Calian’s hands to be stroking my forehead from his current position, that tension within me softening as I look up to find an excited pair of similar dark brown eyes looking down at me.“You’re awake.” Athan smiles out, slowly rolling away from me only to return instantly with a piece of paper in his hand. He places it to my chest, expecting me to look at it immediately.“I made you a get well soon card.” He spoils his own surprise as excitement continues to beam out of him.“Thank you Athan, that’s very considerate of you.” I bring the card to my view, a bunch of flowers colourfully drawn in the centre, the words “Get Well Soon” neatly written on the inside of the card. His name

Ame POV If I thought I could sneak out of the alpha house without being detected, I was wrong. Dessa makes a point of bumping into me as I move down the hallway towards the front door. Her steely eyes roaming the length of me as she holds a tablet in her hands. “Your shenanigans last night have put me behind on my luna ceremony planning.” She scowls out at me, her voice low as she ensures the words are only kept between the two of us. “My shenanigans? You call being tortured shenanigans?” I scoff out at her nerve, thinking I had any vote in what happened last night. “Yes well, if you were truthful with who you are Ame, I’m sure you would have been spared the torture.” “Torture doesn’t frighten me Dessa, I’ve endured much more.” I seethe out to her, taking a sidestep to move away from her but she follows, hell bent on keeping me here. “I’m sure you will acknowledge how grand the luna inauguration will be. Calian has informed me to not worry about budget, to have everything that I

Ame POVI stare down at my phone, the ringtone calling out for me to answer Balgaire’s numerous attempts to get a hold of me. I shouldn’t have called him; it was a lack in judgment on my part.I hit the end call button again, placing the phone in my pocket as I sit in my treatment office in the hospital, needing to focus.Judgemental eyes greeted me in reception this morning, sinister whispers followed me down the corridor to my room, they can say what they like…I do not care about my reputation. I do not feel the need to prove them wrong.I am searching through Athan’s records when it occurs to me that I haven’t received the results of the allergy test to indicate what had made him collapse on my table and to be put in intensivecare.I pick up the phone to reach reception asking for them to direct my call to the doctor that had treated Athan. They are hesitant at first and only comply with I growl down the phone to them.It rings a few times until he answers but he is vague with h