Pursuing My Rejected Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 251 - 챕터 260

Cassandra The sound of the door slamming closed echoes through the room, making me flinch. I’ll let you know. What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I can barely move. I’m trapped here in this bed, in this room that is his, and all I can do is wait and hope he doesn’t throw me to the wolves again, literally. At least he seems inclined to let me heal first. I hope.Still, I can’t stop myself from obsessing over what happens if he says no. I’ve already seen what happens when I’m left to figure something out on my own. The thought that we might not be so lucky next time sends a chill down my spine. If broken ribs, a punctured lung, and more cuts and bruises than I can count can be considered lucky. Then again, I’m not sure staying here is any safer. Physically, sure. I don’t think Noah would ever put his hands on me. But the potential damage to my heart is another story.The pull of the bond has been intense since I re-entered Ironwood and only seems to be growing stronger. At le

NoahI have a shit ton of work to do, a pile of it I’ve been neglecting over the past few days. I plan to go straight to my office and dig in but for some reason I won’t examine too closely, my feet carry me to her room. As soon as I step through the door, it’s immediately clear Liam has visited recently. There’s a small sock on the floor, a toy figure on the windowsill, the impression in the bed where Liam apparently curled up next to her. But he’s not with her now. Cassandra is sitting up when I come in. Still pale. Still careful about how she holds herself. She watches me like I’m a predator stalking its prey. If only she knew how close she is to being right about that. I don’t beat around the bush or draw out this conversation any longer than it needs to be. I do what I came here to do. I deliver the terms."If I catch you doing what you were doing before, you leave. Without Liam." I don’t need to preface the threat. She knows I mean what I say and exactly why I said it. A sma

CassandraCole comes by my little closet to check on me the next morning. He stands in the doorway and looks around as I file the last few documents I found waiting for me this morning. I assume he’s here at Noah’s direction and I have to wonder if he resents babysitting me just a little bit. "This isn't what you were asked to do." I tremble at the disapproving tone in his gruff voice when he taps a key on the laptop, lighting up the screen and revealing the list I created. "I-, I just thought it would make things easier. More organized." I explain. "You were asked to process the backlog." He ignores my comment. "I processed the backlog," I say. "And made the list so you can find things easily. I wanted anyone who works in this office after me to be able to maintain it without me."He glares at me—Cole doesn't have a warm look for me and I'm not expecting one. It’s an assessing look. Noah’s Beta is still deciding which category I belong in: Nuisance or Threat."Don't go outside the

Noah I have a date. Dinner with Piper. I’ve been looking forward to it and dreading it in equal measure. Excited because I genuinely want to connect with her, to want someone who isn’t Cassandra. Dreading it because Cassandra is the elephant in the room I’m not sure how to deal with yet. The restaurant I chose is in the pack's commercial district—good food, familiar, the kind of place where neither of us has to work at the atmosphere. And more importantly, not so far away from Cassandra that I’ll end up with a debilitating headache that ruins the whole night. She's at the table when I arrive, already with water and the menu and the easy quality she carries everywhere."You look like you've had a week," she says when I sit down."Is it that obvious?" I chuckle at her brazen honesty."Only to me," she smiles softly. "Wanna talk about it?""Territorial disputes. Council disagreements. The usual." I don’t mention the real problem. "The Reeves thing?""The Reeves thing is handled," I ba

Cassandra I sit in the administrative office long after the work day draws to an end and think about my interaction with Noah. Not the fact that he was angry with me or even the hurtful things he said—he explained the rules and I broke them. Fair is fair. The part I can’t stop thinking about is how I spent the twenty-minutes waiting for him before he arrived.I spent it the same way I spent the hour he left me waiting when I first arrived, planning what I would say in my defense. Only this time, nothing came.The old me—the one who started learning to justify my actions since I was old enough to understand that I’d need to because I was making questionable choices—would have had three explanations ready to use by the time the door opened.But the point of the reasons was always deflection. Build a wall of truth around the thing you did, a defense that becomes a door you don't have to go through. Only thing is, I didn’t have a reason this time. For probably the first time in my adult