All Chapters of The Luna He Can’t Have: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

It takes me less than an hour to make my mind up.Of course by then, everyone is busy getting up, dressing, and doing last-minute packing, so speaking with Dayne becomes impossible. With Talis waking in a sour mood because it’s before midday means he’s even more distracted than usual.Since we’re going to be on the road for most of the day, a drive no one is particularly looking forward to—except me that is—Luka suggests going for a quick run so being stuck in a car for the best part of the day is a little more bearable.Everyone leaps on the idea.Everyone except me, because where else are we going to run but the Dawley-Stone private land, since running in the public forest during the day isn’t an option. It’s far too dangerous, because while there are natural wolves in the area, I have a feeling someone stumbling into a pack of ten wolves is going to cause problems, if not for us, then later for Jackson.As far as I know, it isn’t hunting season in Dawley, but what do I know? So, af

With my pack gone, the house feels so painfully lonely that I don’t know how I’m going to get through the next few days without them.But I’m going to have to find a way, because something inside me refuses to walk away and leave a shifter in that level of pain to continue living in the woods, which, going by the way he smelled and my initial belief he was a wild wolf, he’s been doing for a while.In the car back to the rental, I thought he might be a member of the Merrick pack, but since Talis never mentioned there being a boy, I quickly rejected the idea.Still, he’s here, on Dawley-Stone land, and he’s here for a reason. Something or someone drew him here. What that was or is, is going to be up to me to find out.I hid my tears outside from Jackson by rushing upstairs with the real excuse that I had to unpack when he was distracted with his phone. With my emotions under control, I’m just re-hanging an unworn white blouse back in my closet when Jackson shoves the door open with the

Must be an alpha thing.Again, I feel the weight of Jackson’s gaze on the side of my face.“You sure I can’t take the—”“No,” I interrupt, “stop being one of those guys who don’t think women can carry anything heavier than their purse.”He goes quiet and I mentally wince.Where the hell did that come from?I tell myself that not only did he save Savannah’s life, but he’s carrying around some serious mental anguish, so I try to be a little less bitchy.“Thanks, but it’s not heavy,” I say, a touch belatedly.Although my gaze is fixed ahead as we cross from the National Forest and into the Dawley-Stone land, I feel him glance at me again.Probably wondering if I’m crazy.“So, what do you do in Hardin?”Jackson surprises me by asking.I speak without thinking,“I’m a veterinary assistant.”When he pauses midstep, I realize I may have just erred because, as a shifter, I can’t—or rather shouldn’t—be anywhere near animals, especially the smaller, domesticated variety.It doesn’t matter wheth

Despite the sexual tension in the kitchen, I’m surprised when the rest of the afternoon is rather less exciting. It’s also strangely disappointing because even though I know I should be staying far away from Jackson, I can’t help but enjoy our little games.So, after he went back to the office to make calls and I went back to my ragu, it was nearly three before I realized Jackson hadn’t eaten any lunch.With nothing else to do, I make up a couple of sandwiches with cold cuts, mustard, mayo, and pickles as well as a few jalapenos because… well. Spicy.When I took it in for him, he didn’t hide his surprise at me bringing him a sandwich, a soda, and some chips. He didn’t grab me and kiss me, which I was fully expecting. After quietly thanking me, he went back to his phone call, and I left, closing the door behind me.I spend the rest of the afternoon taking advantage of the super plush couch and the wide screen TV in the lounge by vegging out in-between cooking.It’s just like any other

All the rest of the day, I feel Jackson’s thoughtful gaze on me when he’s not busy talking with contractors. Meanwhile, I send another text to Talis, who still hasn’t told me who put me to bed.During lunch that we eat together in the kitchen, I turn and find him looking poised to speak, only he doesn’t, just shakes his head and goes back to eating the sandwiches I made for us.Later, I heat and package up a large serving of the ragu and pasta in plastic containers along with some of the cheesecake, bottles of water, and a plastic fork that I leave in a paper grocery bag on the porch.I have no idea if he’ll eat as a wolf or if he’ll shift and eat as a boy.Either way, I’d like for him to have the option to do both.An hour later, when I go out to check, I find the bag gone.It’s nearly four in the afternoon, and I’m in the kitchen trying to figure out what I want to make for dinner when I feel a gaze on my back.When I turn, I find Jackson leaning in the doorway, his arms folded over