All Chapters of The Luna He Can’t Have: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

Despite my intention not to spend the night crying, I didn’t make it through packing a single box before my cheeks were wet with tears and I was a second away from calling Marshall to tell him I’d changed my mind.But I didn’t.I remembered the frustration he tried to hide at being forced to stay with me in Hardin instead of going with the rest of the pack to Dawley to rescue Talis.I remembered the pack’s relief that I wasn’t in Dawley when Savannah was drugged, kidnapped, and nearly killed by the last remaining members of the Merrick pack.And I remember Luka, Nathan, and Hallee chatting in the car on the way back from Dawley about the lone wolves who’d attempted to kill Jackson. News Regan must’ve shared with the rest of the pack while I was upstairs crying. Again, I caught the naked relief in their eyes when they turned to me. Relief that I’d been safe in Hardin at the time.They care. I know they care. But if they knew how smothering that care can feel, to know that no one believ

After the fifth time I drove up and down the same stretch of road, I realized it may have been a mistake not to stop for gas when I had the chance.It wouldn’t be so bad if I hadn’t already gotten lost a couple of times on my way to this part of Hardin. But now, I’m realizing that I don’t know Hardin as well as I thought I did. I expected my errand wouldn’t take me longer than an hour at most, and it must’ve been that already and I haven’t even found Kier’s house yet.By now raindrops are hitting the windshield, and the sky is no longer gray. Now, when I glance up, it’s so dark that it doesn’t even feel like it’s morning anymore. If anything, it feels more like the end of the day rather than the beginning.I don’t even have my phone to call Talis or Dayne for help.Eventually, I pull over to the side of the road and consider turning back. Only, I’m resistant because, according to Talis’ roughly drawn map, I’m right where I should be.So, for several seconds, I sit in the truck as the

There’s no doubt in my mind that the reason our pack didn’t see half as much of the infighting as other packs do was because of Regan, our omega. Now, even though she’s no longer with us, Dayne would never let us become a pack that fights all the time.Our old alpha, Owen, used to make Dayne go in his place to gatherings of alphas, events that were supposed to cut down on the fighting between packs. Dayne wasn’t convinced they did anything when most of the fighting used to take place there. He stopped going altogether because Owen was no longer alpha. Dayne was.Luka asked him once if he’d ever start going again if all the alphas would stop fighting. Dayne was quiet for a long time before he spoke. No, he said, there wasn’t any point in it, because all being there did was remind him that he didn’t want to be anything like them. None of us understood what he meant until we learned what’d happened with Talis.With our pack keeping mostly apart from others, we never learned about all the

I’ve been running for maybe ten minutes when the inevitable happens. I lose my footing and tumble to the ground, rolling down an incline and crashing hard at the bottom.Although I’m not seriously hurt, it doesn’t mean I’m not about to pay for my carelessness with my life.Then why aren’t you running for your life? Why are you just lying here?All I have to do is get up, even though I know there’s no way I can outrun two alpha wolves. This isn’t me being cynical; this is the truth. No submissive can ever hope to fight an alpha and win. All I can do is run and hope I either lose them in the thick Colorado forest or I get back to Kier’s cabin.When I think of the size of his shoulders and those powerful carpenter’s hands wrapped around his coffee mug, I know he’ll have no difficulty fighting one—or even both—of the shifters pursuing me. Five-three, slim me who’s never been in a real fight in her life? Not so much.But I still don’t move.I lie there as a wave of hopelessness sweeps over

I take a shaky step forward, fear flooding every part of me. I’m desperate to do anything but approach these wolves, but I have to help. I can’t let them hurt Marshall anymore, no matter how terrified I am.He saved me. He saved us. We have to help him, even though we’re scared.Marshall casts a quick glance in my direction—too fast for me to read his expression. But as if he knows what I intend, he fights with sudden, renewed intensity, as though trying to end this before I can get pulled into it.The darker wolf lashes out with a massive claw-tipped paw. Fresh blood scents the air, and I move faster. I don’t see exactly where the blow landed, but Marshall only wobbles for a second. He stays on his feet, turns a snarling face to the wolf, and the intruder actually backs up a step.After a low growl at the lighter wolf, the darker one spins and bolts into the forest. A second later the lighter wolf follows.Slowly, warily, I approach Marshall. I know he’s hurt, and I don’t want to see