All Chapters of The Alpha’s Mysterious Luna : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~Lindsey~ I watch as Brady’s tail lights fade away. My throat feels dry from yelling. My body goes limp in Grant’s arms. I feel every bit of energy drained from my body. I never meant to fall for him. I didn’t want a relationship. I tried to shove my feelings down. But he drew me in like a moth to a flame. I should have kept my feelings and emotions in check. If I had I wouldn’t be here. “Lindsey?” Grant sounds concerned. “Are you ok?” “No.” “Let me go talk to Brady. He’s just in his feelings right now. He’s always been extremely hard on himself. This will be better tomorrow.” Colton says. He gently pats my back and heads to his car. I hear the engine crack as he drives away. “This is all my fault. He didn’t mean to hurt me. He never would have hurt me on purpose.” I say, tears still streaming down my face. “It’s not your fault. He has to learn to control his temper.” Grant says harshly. I can tell he’s still mad at Brady. “So do I. So do you,” I call him out.

~Lindsey~ Dad is quiet on the way to the packhouse. I still feel numb; not even able to bring my own things with me just makes me feel less like myself. Exhaustion threatens to overtake me as the hum of the car driving down the road lulls me to sleep. “Lindsey, wake up sweetheart.” Dad gently rubs my shoulder. “We made it to the packhouse.” I slowly open my eyes which still feel heavy. I get out of the car and stretch, my body still seeking rest. “Oh my sweet girl! Come on in!” Aunt Cammie meets me with a hug and ushers me in as it starts to rain. Dad follows us in from the car. “Are you alright? I know that had to be terrifying.” Aunt Cammie rubs my shoulder as she leads me to an elevator in the back of the packhouse that I didn’t know existed. She enters a passcode, and it opens. The three of us get in and ride up to the gamma floor. I heard the two of them talking, but my brain has shut off for the day. “Lindsey?” Dad asks. “You aunt asked what you want for dinner.” “I

~Lindsey~ I wake up in a strange bed, the smell of fresh blueberry muffins filling the air. I stretch and head into the living area where I meet Aunt Cammie, Uncle Tom, Grant’s little brother, and Dad all visiting and having breakfast. “Morning sleepyhead! Feel like having a muffin?” Aunt Cammie smiles and goes to check on her second batch in the oven. “Sure. They smell delicious. Where’s Grant?” I ask. He seems to be the only one missing. “Morning practice. He should be here any minute. Zack put your feet down. Lindsey doesn’t want your stinky feet by her.” Zack complies but rolls his eyes once he sees his mom isn’t looking. I guess Grant wasn’t lying when he said Zack is going through his angsty phase right now. Uncle Tom and Dad are too busy talking to notice. “Thanks Zack. I’ve seen you around school. What grade are you in?” I decide to try to make conversation since he seems to hate my guts. He pulls out his phone and starts scrolling. “9th.” He sounds less than amus

~Lindsey~ I watch as Aviana and Jacqueline get hauled away, a small part of me hurting for them. I shiver, hoping they will make it out alive. I had snuck to the cells before in White Fang when Jagger and I were kids. There had been some rogue wolves that attacked a family on the border of the pack; thankfully the family survived, but the pup was left with a bad scar. Dad spent hours trying to help heal the little one; he was only four years old at the time. The rogues looked rough even in human form, but that wasn’t what scared us. The condition of the cells were atrocious. The metal bars were rusted and coated in wolfsbane so strong that it hurt to breathe. The shackles that bound their hands and feet were dented and scuffed; the slightest movement would sometimes tear their flesh. The scent of blood, urine, and feces carried through the corridor. The thought of Jacqueline and Aviana going through that for what they did to me seems like a stretch. Maybe community service or s

~Brady~ The rest of the morning flies by. A small part of me feels lighter after making amends with Lindsey, but I still feel the need to win back her favor. Knight and I have been discussing little ways to improve our situation. We’re headed to science class when all of a sudden I feel an arm slung around my neck. “So the vibe is off. What happened between you and Lindsey?” Logan asks curiously. “Just had a little spat. Nothing major.” I respond casually. “Oh cool. So you’re not serious about her then?” He eyes me suspiciously. “I mean I’m still attracted to her. We just decided to take things slowly.” I try to be as vague as possible. The last thing I want is anyone pursuing her. “So she’s fair game now? Cool. May the best man win, cousin,” he winks at me and jogs off. I feel a sickness in the pit of my stomach. I silently plead with the moon goddess not to let Lindsey fall into Logan’s snare. I just want another chance. “Dude you look sick. What the hell is wrong w