All Chapters of The Luna He Can’t Have: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

I jerk awake to a bright, sunny morning and spend the first several seconds cursing myself for having fallen asleep.When I sit up to check on Marshall, I find his face relaxed in sleep, no longer tight with pain. His breathing seems a little more normal, and his wounds, while not healed, are starting to close around the edges.My eyes are gritty and I’m still feeling more tired than rested, so I know I couldn’t have slept long. I remember the sky darkening until it was fully night. All night I was awake, holding Marshall close, breathing a little easier when he finally stopped shaking and his body no longer felt icy cold to the touch.But then, around dawn, just as the sun’s rays were creeping across the cabin’s dusty floor, I blinked—and that must have been when I fell asleep.Before I rise, I listen to the sounds outside the cabin. The rain has stopped. I hear birdsong, wind blowing through trees and rustling leaves, and the burrowing sounds of small creatures moving about in the b

Despite his ridiculous Titanic comment making me smile, I shake my head. “I need to check on the fire.”“As I said, hard-headed. Come here, Jellybean. I need to hold you.”After returning the towel to the sink and the first-aid kit to the counter, I poke at the fire, add another log, then finally lie down beside Marshall, and pillow my head on his good shoulder.“You know, you could’ve led with that. I think I would’ve agreed sooner.”Marshall wraps his arm around my waist and kisses my brow. “Did I say difficult? Because you can be that too.”“I’m not any of those things. And anyway, Kier said—” I stop at the sudden tension stiffening Marshall’s body.“Marshall?”“Yes?” His voice is so carefully neutral I don’t believe the calm for a second.“If this is you being jealous, you don’t need to be. I think I know where Hallee’s been disappearing to when she says she’s going into town and no one can find her.”His arm loosens, tension melting away. Still, we’re both quiet for several

The next morning I wake before Marshall, which, given he’s always the early riser, is another sign he’s not fully recovered yet. But the biggest clue comes when I get a good look at the bandage on his belly.While he sleeps, I quietly clean and re-bandage the wound, then check the fire. I don’t bother pulling the T-shirt back on; it’s just us, and the shirt is currently more decoration than clothing anyway.It doesn’t take long to confirm we’re almost out of firewood. We’re also nearly out of water. I used most of it, giving us sponge baths and the rest we drank with yesterday’s bizarre meal.A real shower sounds like heaven right now, but unless I can magically transport Marshall to the stream a few miles away, that’s not happening.I sigh. Tomorrow-Jenna’s problem.“Baby?”I turn. Marshall is lying on his back, head twisted toward me.“Morning.”He frowns. “What’s the sigh for?”I sink onto the mattress beside him. “Nothing. Just thinking a shower would be nice.”I’m completely un

I have no idea what time it is, but it feels late enough in the morning for tourists to be around. I move quickly, eager to complete my errand so I can return to Marshall before he misses.At the back of my mind, I’m thinking that the last thing I need is to be caught by the hiking couple with their bag and pot, or by some other hikers wanting to know what happened to the rest of my clothes.I’m halfway to the cabin where I got the firewood when I come to a sudden stop at a scent that tells me I’m in trouble. Not the tourist kind of trouble, but something a lot worse than that. The shifter kind.In a second, I’m overcome by terror. I drop the bag and pot and spin around. My only goal is to get back to Marshall as fast as I can, but before I’ve taken two steps, a large brown wolf—the one that savaged Marshall—emerges from behind a tree in front of me.He hadn’t been there before. I know it because I picked up his and the other shifter’s scent in the other direction, which means he’s fa

As the sky darkens into true night, my shivers increase. Looking at the fire only seems to be making me feel colder, so I avoid doing it.It gets so cold that even the wolf is moving further away from me and closer to the fire because he must feel the chill as well.But I’m keeping an alert for Kier, and I’m sure I’m not the only one who can feel a rising tension in the air. Several times over the last hour, I’ve caught Peter’s eyes sliding into the forest, probing the darkness as if he senses a threat lurking just out of sight.“Why are you after Kier?” I ask Peter.At my sudden question, he jumps a little.When he jerks his head toward me, I’m expecting him to snap at me for clearly startling him.But he surprises me by forcing a smile on his face. A smile I doubt is any more real than his pretense that I didn’t scare him.“And who said we were after Kier?”I hug my knees harder, even knowing it won’t help me feel any warmer. “You thought I was his girlfriend, so that’s why you trie