All Chapters of The Luna That Survived : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Bianca’s Point of ViewThe knock on my door startles me.For a moment, I just sit there staring at it, contemplating whether or not to answer when there is another.I quickly wipe at my face, even though I know it is pointless. My eyes are probably still red, and there is no hiding the fact that I have been crying.I take a shaky breath before walking over and opening the door.My heart stops when I see who is standing there.“Scott.”His name leaves my lips quietly.He gives me a small nod, his expression softer than I expected.“Hey.”He says softly. I stare at him for a second, unsure what to say.After everything that happened, I still don’t know how to act around him.The man I thought I would never see again.The man I hurt.The man who is still my mate."Sorry, for coming unannounced, but can I come in?"He asks nervously and I quickly nod my head, stepping aside to let him in.“Of course. Come in.”I say with a small smile. He hesitates for a second before walking inside.I c

Bianca’s Point of View I don’t know what I expected when I knocked on Sienna’s door. Maybe anger. Maybe disappointment. Maybe for her to look at me the way everyone else has been looking at me since the truth came out, but she didn’t. She was guarded, yes. I could see the hurt in her eyes, and I knew she had every right to feel that way. I had hurt her too, even if I never intended to, but she still allowed me to speak and she listened to me. I walk through the packhouse quietly, my steps quick as I make my way back towards my room. I just want to get there as quickly as possible. The whispers have not stopped and I can feel the stares. Some people look away when they see me, others don’t even bother hiding their judgement. And I understand. I lied to everyone. I kept a secret that hurt people and I can’t expect everyone to forgive me overnight. When I reach my door, I pause. I hear something, a sound that immediately makes me smile. I slowly open the door and I stop in th

Bianca’s Point of View I sit quietly in the passenger seat, my hands folded tightly in my lap and I turn to glance at Ethan who is sleeps peacefully in his car seat next to me. He has no idea that his entire world is changing, that his father’s pack is waiting to meet him. That the woman who made so many mistakes is about to walk into the place where she has to answer for them. Scott glances at me through the rear view mirror. “You okay?”He asks softly and I force a small smile. “I’m fine.”I say quietly but he arches a brow at me and I sigh. “Okay, I’m nervous.” I murmur and he gives me a small understanding smile. “That’s fair.” I look out the window as we get closer. “Are they going to hate me?” I ask softly and Scott is quiet for a moment before he shakes his head. “I don’t know. But I will be right there with you."He says and I give him a thankful smile. "Thank you." A few minutes later, we pull up outside the packhouse and the second Scott steps out of the vehicl

Bianca’s Point of View I jolt awake, my heart pounding so hard it feels like it is trying to break out of my chest. For a few seconds, I don’t know where I am. All I can see are flames. All I can hear are screams. And then I remember. The packhouse. Scott’s pack. Ethan. I press a hand against my chest, trying to slow my breathing as the nightmare slowly fades. But the images are still there. My mother. Emily. Daniel. Scott. Ethan. Everyone I love, lying there because of me. Because I couldn’t stop Damon. “It’s just a dream,” I whisper to myself, my voice shaking slightly. But my wolf doesn’t believe me. She is restless, pacing in the back of my mind, still feeling the fear from what I saw. I throw the blankets off and sit up, running a hand through my hair. I can’t stay here. Not when Ethan is down the hall. I quickly get out of bed and quietly make my way towards the nursery. The moment I open the door, a small sense of relief washes over me. He is still the

Scott’s Point of View For a few seconds after I press the call button, neither Bianca nor I say anything. The phone rings in my hand, and I can hear my own heartbeat louder than anything else. I glance at Bianca. She is sitting across from me, her hands tightly clasped together in her lap. Her shoulders are tense, and even though she is trying to hide it, I can see how scared she is. Not for herself. For her family. For Ethan. The phone rings again. Then finally, the call connects. “Hello?” Asher’s voice comes through the speaker. I straighten slightly in my chair. “Asher, it’s Scott. I think we need to talk.” There is silence on the other end. A long, uncomfortable silence. I look at Bianca, but before I can say anything, Asher finally speaks. “Who are we?” The words are cold, and I see Bianca swallow hard. I open my mouth, ready to answer, but she beats me to it. “Hi, Asher.” Her voice is soft. Not defensive. Not angry. Just tired. Th