Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna He Can’t Have: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

When payback comes, it’s both swift and merciless.Whether it’s because I ran off and spent hours hiding in the forest, or because of what I said to the pack about Dayne having a nap, I can’t say.It starts with me being ripped from a not entirely unpleasant dream of me sitting on a throne, with a tiara, watching a naked Dayne digging holes in the front garden in nothing but a frilly apron.I have no idea what the holes are for, but I’m not letting him off the hook. I even have a jewel-encrusted whip in hand for when he slows down, which he does a time or two, and I have no compunction about using my pretty whip to speed him up again.It’s immensely satisfying.Then the piercing, shrill sound of an alarm penetrates and I’m jerking awake with the knowledge Dayne because who else is it going to be? is holding his phone against my ear, and it’s doing untold damage to my eardrums.I peel my face from my pillow to blink at the evil thing Dayne is waving in front of me.It’s his phone, and

Days later, Dayne and I have settled into a kind of routine. And by routine, I mean we fuck at night and during the day he disappears into his office. I hang out with Regan or Jenna, or wander aimlessly, knowing I should be doing something with my day, but having no idea what that something should be. Uncle Glynn never had a Luna. Mostly because I think he’s evil, but that’s just my interpretation. Or maybe it’s that he never showed the slightest interest in mating with anyone. If he ever got the urge to fuck, he certainly didn’t turn to a pack member since we’d have all smelled her on him, and him on her. The only Luna I ever knew was my mother. But when my parents were still alive, I was a kid who spent all her time running wild, hardly paying any attention to what my mother did, since her role was a lot less visible than my dad’s was as alpha.More and more I’m wondering what my purpose is here, and why Dayne agreed to this mating at all, unless he wanted someone to keep his bed

After keeping to myself in my room and hiding in the forests the day before, the next day, my actual birthday, all I’m looking forward to is finding somewhere to hide. Getting up early proves easier than usual since I spend most of the night tossing and turning, and being torn from my sleep from nightmares that dissolve into nothing the moment I open my eyes. I plan to scurry downstairs, make breakfast, and disappear into the forests before I see anyone, or any of the pack sees me. But although the bed is empty, it isn’t anything out of the usual since Dayne is, and always has been, an early riser. I hear sounds from downstairs, and I’m sure I smell breakfast, which again doesn’t surprise me since sometimes Regan will get started on it if she’s staying at the farmhouse instead of her house in town. The sound of conversation, though, is unusual and I pause for a second, not sure why so many of the pack are downstairs so early. Normally, they’ll pour into the kitchen around six-thirt

No matter how enjoyable breakfast with the pack is, one breakfast was never going to be enough to chase away all the ghosts that have haunted me since my parents went for a run on my eighth birthday, and never came back.So, when the pack members who’ve finished eating gather up their plates and start clearing away the leftovers after they ask me if I’m done, I take advantage of the commotion, and of Dayne who's retreated to his office, and slip back upstairs.I’ve only just burrowed beneath the covers before Dayne is there, ripping them off me despite all my desperate efforts to cling onto them.“Get dressed, we’re going out in twenty minutes.”I’m not in the mood for his orders. Yeah, the breakfast with the pack was nice. More than nice, in fact. But today I just want need to be alone.“Look, I know you want me to do things, but just not today. Tomorrow, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll cook all day, and clean and do gardening or whatever. Anything. Today please can I just be alone.

I'll day, the tension rises as I count down to the talk Dayne and I are going to have.He’s going to want to know about Uncle Glynn, I tell myself, as I stare out of the window as the pack prepares for the BBQ.Earlier, Luka and some of the others went into town to stock up on extra food and beers. No one invited me.I considered asking, right up until I caught a glimpse at the forbidding expression on Dayne’s face and remembered his fury the last time I went.Going into town would mean me going to the grocery store, which would mean me being around Fisher. A guy who likes me, according to Dayne. I see the knowledge of that on Dayne’s face, so I don’t say a word. Instead, I retreat to the den with Regan.How am I going to get out of telling him about all the things I left behind: the shame of it, all the humiliating things my pack did to me, the constant fear? How am I supposed to tell Dayne Blackshaw, the powerful alpha who I doubt has ever known a day of fear and helplessness his en