All Chapters of Pursuing My Rejected Luna: Chapter 291 - Chapter 298

CassandraBelieve it or not, this is not my first rodeo when it comes to spending the night in a medical ward with Liam. Contrary to popular belief, I didn’t totally make it up, he’s had episodes of unexplained illness since he was a few weeks old. Unfortunately, before coming to Ironwood the first time, I was too busy moving from place to place before Liam’s father could find us to seek reliable healthcare, let alone a diagnosis.Yes, I admit I coached my son through some feigned episodes in the past, praying on Jaxon’s sympathies. But there’s a reason I got away with it. Because I had enough experience with them to know what one looked like, I knew how to make it seem real enough. This time was nothing like episodes of the past. It was so much more sudden. And so much worse. So when the morning light gradually begins to peek through the window and I start to hear sounds of the building waking up around a room where I’ve lain awake stewing in my fear, I’m already pacing anxiously,

Noah Talk about awkward. Walking into the office this morning is the first time I’ve seen Cassandra since spending the night with her in Liam’s hospital room. She looks up when I come in, wearing this expectant expression like things have miraculously changed between us and we’re suddenly on speaking terms now. Only, I have no idea what to say. No one else is around. I mean, where is Cole when I need him? If he were here I could pretend I have some urgent business to discuss, leaving me no time to interact with anyone else. But no, the asshole only appears when it’s convenient for him.This is Karma, the universe punishing me for the apology I’ve been holding for ransom. I've been working up to this since I snuck out of the medical wing at dawn before Cassandra woke up yesterday. No time like the present, I guess."I shouldn't have assumed," I spit it out before I lose my nerve. "With Liam. That you were using it."I don't sit down for this conversation. I'm not planning on staying

NoahLiam’s room is on my route at the end of the day. Well, I make it my route. Because what kind of coward avoids a four-year-old boy who looks up to you because of a little uncomfortable history with his mother?I find him sitting up in bed with his favorite book on his lap and a look of frustrated boredom on his face. He looks up when I come in. And the smile that spreads across his face has me feeling all kinds of ashamed."You came," he practically shouts, starting to climb out of the covers."Hey, now! No crawling out of bed. Are you trying to get me in trouble with Dr. Lukas?”“Sorry,” he pouts, “I hate staying in bed.”“I know, but it won’t be for much longer. How are you feeling?" I ask."Better." He considers this. "My body had a hard night," he adds, with all the authority of a pre-schooler who soaks up adults’ words like a sponge. "Dr. Lukas fixed it, though.""Of course she did. Dr. Lukas will always fix it when you need her to." I tell him.Cassandra is curled up in the

Cassandra "What happened?" Jack asks when he reappears like clockwork for his afternoon visit.The part of me still ruled by my mate bond with Noah recoils from the idea of another male knowing me so well but the rest of me kinda loves that he does this—shows up at the office, invites himself in like he belongs there, and immediately reads my face.Normally, I’d delve right into whatever occupied my thoughts at the time, knowing he’s genuinely interested, which makes me feel special in ways I haven’t earned. But somehow, I don’t think my feelings about Noah’s inherent dismissal of anything and everything attached to me is something Jack should be subjected to."Nothing," I deflect.He looks at me for a moment. "Okay," he draws out the word in that tone that means he doesn't believe me but has decided not to push.He pulls the chair around to my side of the desk, as close as he can get, like being in my orbit is all he needs in life. He sits, takes out his phone and just stays.I try