Pursuing My Rejected Luna의 모든 챕터: 챕터 281 - 챕터 290

Noah I expel a very un-Alpha-like groan, closer to a whine, as I slam my car door and put it in drive. My weekly check-ins with Dr. Lukas are my least favorite part of my existence. I’d rather be doing almost anything else.Sometimes it’s not so bad. She comes in, she shows me the panels, the numbers have held, we talk about symptom management, I leave. Efficient. Almost routine.But for most of them, I don’t get that lucky. It’s almost as if the woman gets off on lecturing me. I didn’t get a lecture last time. I have a feeling I’m due. Sure enough, from the moment she walks in and closes the door, she’s wearing that disapproving expression that tells me she’s preparing to hand me my ass, in a very professional manner, of course."Let's look at the panels," Her tone holds an exasperated quality, the verbal equivalent of rolling her eyes, as if she knows they’re fine and I’ll use that as an excuse not to take her seriously.As predicted, my blood work is stable. I don’t even need her

Cassandra Jack has just started showing up at the administrative office, leaning in the doorway and saying "ready?" like me agreeing to whatever date he has planned is a foregone conclusion.I suppose it is. I do have a pretty consistent track record of saying yes so far. Still, I wonder if I’ll ever stop being surprised at his beaming smile and the excited expression he wears every time he sees me.I've been braced for him to lose interest since the very first one. I told him everything—the ugly version, no edits—and I half-expected the second invitation to not materialize. It's one thing to listen to someone's history in a private office and decide you're still interested. It's another to show up again once the reality of that history has had a few days to sink.But he keeps showing up anyway. If I didn’t know better, I’d almost think he liked me, checkered past and all. I have to admit it’s a heady feeling. “Thank you.” I say when I realize he’s still standing there, waiting for

NoahAre you fucking kidding me? Why can’t I seem to go anywhere, in my own fucking home, without seeing them? I’m just walking down the hall, to my own Goddess-damned pack event and there they are. My first thought—before I can stop it, before any of the control I've been practicing has a chance to engage—is: she's laughing. Not the polite, practiced version reserved for social occasions either. Not the timid chuckles she offers the pack members who've started to warm to her. The real kind—surprised, unguarded, the kind that changes her face completely because she’s relaxed enough to let it.I've never seen that before.I don't like finding out it exists because of Jack Morrow.They're not even doing anything. That's the part that makes it so much worse. He’s not even touching her and it still pisses me the fuck off.If there were something concrete—if they were touching, if the body language were unambiguous—I'd have something to focus all this untethered rage on. But no, it's just

CassandraLiam is fine at dinner. I know this, because if he weren’t, it would be about the only thing that could drag my attention away from my conversation with Noah earlier today. I mean, what the actual fuck?! Who does he think he is? I’ve done everything he’s asked of me. I play by his rules. I do my best to stay the hell out of his way. And he let me.But now that I’m slowly inching toward some semblance of happiness, he won’t stay out of mine. Well that’s bullshit! I fucked up, I admit that, but does it mean I have to pay for it forever? He seems happy with Piper. If he still feels the bond even a fraction as much as I do, he has to know that guts me. Why can’t he take that for the win it is and leave me the hell alone?I force my attention back to my son, who deserves it infinitely more than Noah does. He eats most of his plate—there's a negotiation with Mara about dessert that he wins on the technical grounds that he finished his vegetables, which is honestly some kind of mi

Noah My eyes track Cassandra as she goes through the door to find Liam. But the rest of me stays rooted in the plastic chair, as if holding perfectly still will expunge the guilt swirling like a cyclone in my gut.To be honest, I’m not even sure what the guilt is for. Could be the few brief seconds I considered sending her away instead of helping her. Or it could be the fact I walked her over here, polite but technically not necessary, then to make matters worse, I stayed, like some kind of emotional support Alpha, all while Piper sits alone wondering why I left her to hang out with my ex-mate.Unfortunately, my list of grievances is too long to pick just one. I should go back to my quarters. Dr. Lukas has the situation under control, which was never truly in doubt. Liam is stable. There is nothing left for me to do here that couldn't be done by anyone—a pack administrator, a medical staff member, any warm body available to sit in a waiting area if one is needed. Which it’s really n