All Chapters of The Luna He Can’t Have: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The next afternoon, shortly after I leave out a grocery bag filled with leftover pizza and cookies, I sit on the back porch and stare out into the forest for several minutes, trying to figure Jackson out.I’d call his mood mercurial, but it’s not. Not really.From the moment I saw him, this attraction sprang up. It was so intense that I honestly thought we’d have slept together by now. The attraction is still there—I mean, it’s not like Jackson makes any attempt to hide his erection from me.Or maybe he does, and it’s not his fault it pokes me in the back when he hauls me close to kiss my neck in the morning.Who can say?But it’s like Jackson’s priorities have shifted from convincing me to have sex with him to… something else. Only I don’t know what that is.Case in point is last night when I started rummaging in the refrigerator for ingredients. Seconds later, Jackson was saying that we should order a pizza because I cook so much that I should take a night off.I was too shocked at

After my eventful morning and afternoon, Jackson puts me on the couch and forbids me from moving off it.No amount of arguing or threats convinces him otherwise, not even when I tell him an hour later that I’m more than likely completely healed. He refuses to let me get up even once.When I need to use the bathroom, he picks me up and carries me there which is so unnecessary that at first, I can’t believe how serious he’s taking my being hurt until he sits me on the toilet, and refuses to leave in case I need him.Obviously, I’m not about to use the toilet with him standing over me, which leads to an argument and my refusal to do anything but sit there until he leaves.In the end, he only goes when I tell him I have an iron bladder and I once held my pee in for two days without needing to go once, so I know I can outlast him.He walks out laughing, but I get what I want, which is the important thing.Later, sometime between lunch and dinner, I pass out in the middle of a movie I put o

Only the words don’t come.I sit there on the counter with Jackson standing wedged between my legs, one hand on my hip, the other curved around my nape and I say nothing.“Regan?”Jackson’s face is impossible to read, but just out of sight is that hint of anguish rising to the surface.“How can you afford to rent this house for a year?” I blurt, hoping it’ll distract him from a conversation I’m not ready to have yet.Although his expression doesn’t change, the pain flares brighter inside him at my question.“Jeremy and I built houses.”Since I wasn’t expecting my question to cause him any pain, I frown in confusion as I try to work out why.But before I can speak, he continues talking.“We started when we were teenagers, working dead-end jobs. We soon learned that we were good with our hands, and we were determined.”I don’t ask him why he and Jeremy were so determined because I know. Having no pack means being on your own, no support, no home, no family. It means trying to find any w

I yawn into the refrigerator for maybe the fifth time in twenty minutes as I blink blearily at the food I have no interest in cooking.Even after Jackson kept us up well into the early morning, it didn’t stop me from waking at six, as I always do. This time with the knowledge I hadn’t had near enough sleep.But you weren’t too tired for a morning quickie with Jackson, were you?I was not. Not in the least.The only reason our morning sex session didn’t turn into yet another marathon was Jackson’s phone ringing from downstairs. Presumably on the kitchen floor, where we left all our clothes. He’d been determined to ignore it, but it just kept ringing, and in the end, he stopped kissing me to go deal with it.By the time he returned, he was wearing a dark frown because of more damage to the contractor’s cabins near the site of the new house. So, he went to investigate, and to speak with the site manager about the possibility of hiring security.Right now, it’s the theft of some tools and

“Began, wait! Come back!”I don’t slow my mad dash through the Dawley National Forest. Where I’m going, I have no fucking idea. But as long as it’s nowhere near the rental, that’s all that matters.“Regan!”I dart around a tree, but before I can take another step, Jackson has hold of me by my arms and he’s got me pinned against the tree.God, that has to be the millionth time and I’m sick of it.Immediately, I start struggling.“Let me go.”In response, he steps into my body, so I’m trapped with the tree at my back and Jackson’s muscled form in front.“No. Not until we talk.”I glare up at him, looking into his face for the first time.“Talk? About what? You fucking me when you already had a mate? A redhead with green eyes!”“It’s not as simple as that,” he says.“You mean she was lying?”He shakes his head.At least he doesn’t deny it, which I’m glad about, because if he’d tried to lie, I think I would’ve hated him.It kills me to ask because not only do I already know what the answe