All Chapters of The Luna That Survived : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Bianca’s Point of View“Stand up straight.”Damon’s voice is low, but sharp enough to make my spine lock instantly.“I am standing straight.”I whisper and he glares at me but before he can speak my mother steps closer to me, placing her hand one my lower back, straightening me.“Stand straight, and breath. You look like you are about to faint.”She says and I swallow hard. “I’m fine.”“You don’t look fine...”She begins but I cut her off.“I said I’m fine.”I snap at her and she immediately pulls back, nodding her head slowly. Before I can apologize Damon leans closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.“If you screw this up…”“I won’t.”I say immediately and he snarls at me.“Don’t interrupt me.”He hisses and I press my lips together, forcing myself to stay quiet.“If you screw this up, Bianca, I will make you regret it.”He continues and .y throat tightens, but I nod my head slowly.“I understand.”I say softly and he gives a curt nod.“Good.”My father exhales next to m

Bianca’s Point of View “Bianca?” Asher’s voice is soft, but it still startles me when his hand touches my knee. I blink a few times, my head snapping towards him. “Oh, sorry. I must have zoned out.” I say, giving him a small smile, trying to shake out the fog in my head. He studies me for a second, his brows pulling together slightly. “Are you okay?” He asks and I quickly nod my head. “Yes, I’m okay. Why have we stopped?” “This is the last stop before we reach my pack. There is about an hour left. I figured we should take a break. Bathroom, drinks… anything you need.” He says and I slowly nod my head. “Okay… yeah. That sounds good.” I say and he tilts his head slightly to the side. “Are you sure that you are alright?” He asks and I nod my head again. “I’m fine.” “You don’t sound fine.” He says, arching a brow at me and I force a small laugh. “Don't worry about me, I’m just a little tired.” “You have been ‘just tired’ for the past week.” “I’m pregnant.” I say, g

Bianca’s Point of ViewI stare up at the ceiling, my hands resting on my stomach.It’s quiet.Too quiet.No voices… no tension… no Damon…I let out a slow breath."Just relax. This is what normal is supposed to feel like…"I murmur to myself and my wolf shifts uneasily.I know is has been a while since we left the pack, but this still doesn’t feel normal.She mutters and I sigh. I know…I turn onto my side, staring at the wall.I should feel safe…But, you don’t.She says and I close my eyes.No, because none of this is real...Before she can respond, there is a knock on my door and my eyes snap open.“Come in.” I call softly.The door opens, and Asher steps inside, giving me a small smile. “Hey.”“Hey.” I say, pushing myself up slightly.“Did you sleep?”He asks and I sigh, pushing some hair out of my face.“No, not really.”I mutter and he sighs."I thought so."He murmurs, his expression thoughtful. I study him for a second with a small frown.“Are you okay?”I ask and he nods

Bianca’s Point of View The door closes behind Sienna, Ava and Aiden but the tension between me and Asher intensifies. I shift slightly, turning away from the door to look at Asher. “Asher…” I say softly, but he doesn’t respond. He is still staring at the door, almost like he is waiting for it to open again. “Asher?” I call again, this time touching his arm gently. He blinks, snapping out of whatever trance he was in before looking at me and clearing his throat “Yes?” He asks as if nothing just happened. I frown, studying him for a second before I speak. “Are you okay?” I ask and he quickly nods his head. “Yeah. I’m fine.” He says and I arch a brow at him. I don’t believe him, not even a little, but I don't push. “Okay…” I murmur slowly and he clears his throat again. “I’ll just go order.” He says and I nod my head. “I’ll come with...” I begin, but he immediately shakes his head. “No, it’s fine. You go sit.” He says, gently but firmly

Bianca’s Point of View “Asher, are you even listening to me?” I snap my fingers lightly in front of him, half teasing, half irritated. His eyes have glazed over again, the way they do sometimes when he drifts off somewhere far away from me. He blinks, and clears his throat. “Yeah, of course. Sorry, you were talking about colors for the ceremony. You said you liked pale blue and silver, right?" I study him carefully, my brows lifting slightly. “Yeah that's right. And you agreed we should talk to your mother soon. I don’t want to keep postponing it forever.” His lips twitch, a shadow of a smile. “I didn’t say forever. Just… when the timing feels right. But yes, we will talk to her. Soon.” It’s not as firm an answer as I would have liked, but at least it’s something. I nod my head slowly, resting my hand against my stomach. “Good. Because this is important to me, Asher. To us.” He glances at me his expression softening, and he reaches out to squeeze my hand. “