All Chapters of The Luna He Never Deserved: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

ZILLAAfter the call with my boss, I powered on my phone to inform Mother and Zoey about my whereabouts. My gaze drifted to Raya's line on my speed dial. I hid it and left my phone on the table.The next time I looked up, air stalled in my lungs.Naraya stood just outside my room, one hand braced against the doorframe, the other pressed to her chest as she struggled to catch her breath.Loose strands of hair clung to her damp forehead.“I'm sorry,” she whispered, reaching for my hands, but I shoved her hand away and reached for the book the nurse had brought to keep me busy.I lowered my eyes back to the novel. The words swam, backwards. I'd been staring at the same sentence for almost five minutes.“I'm trying to read here,” I said.But she didn't budge.“Whiskey or vodka?”“What?”“I know you miss your favourite...”Moon Goddess... She really had lost her mind.A laugh escaped before I could stop it.How, Zilla? The plan was to stay mute and make her leave me alone.And here I was, l

NARAYAIt had been three days. Three days of Zilla stuck in that hospital bed.The apartment felt strangely quiet without her sarcastic comments drifting out of my kitchen.I folded another clean shirt into my bag, slipped in a packet of crackers, then frowned. She was going to complain about these as well.I just hoped she and Zoey hadn't argued themselves into another emergency.A smile tugged at my lips.I pulled my phone out of my back pocket.I opened our chat again. Three messages unread. I typed another: {Hey, good morning. Thanks for the other day.} I sent my fourth message, but it still showed one tick, just like the others.It's only possible he had his device stolen or wasn't active online, right?I quickly tossed my phone back into my bag and stepped out of my house.***The room greeted me with quiet beeping monitors and the faint scent of antiseptic.Morning sunlight spilled through the blinds.Zoey had fallen asleep with her cheek resting against the mattress.Zilla wasn

NARAYAThe front door had barely opened when Aunty Kayuta wheeled herself toward us.Her smile reached her tired eyes. “It's so nice to have you home,” she said.Before Zilla could struggle forward, Kayuta rolled the last bit of the distance herself. Zilla met her halfway, bending carefully so her mother could wrap an arm around her.Zoey squeezed between them with a dramatic sigh.“I missed you too, Mum,” Toasty mouthed. She kissed the top of Kayuta's head before lifting her nose into the air. “Wait...” Her eyes widened. “Is that chicken stew?”“Ow...” She grinned and disappeared into the house.“She's acting like she's been on a diet in the hospital,” Zoey scoffed as she made her way back to the car to help with her bags.I checked the prescription on my phone again. There were far too many names I couldn't pronounce. “The doctor emailed the medications.”I slipped my phone back into my pocket. “I'll go pick them up before the pharmacy closes.”“Isn't it too late?” Zilla asked with a

NARAYAThe Next MorningLuckily, no life was lost and now Zilla was preparing for work.I unlocked my phone while Zilla searched for her keys. There were no new message notifications from anyone. Not even Dad. The thought of him brought a smile to my face.Maybe I should call him.Thank him again. Tell him I miss him. And maybe go out some other time. This time on me.I had already started to dial when I paused. It's too early. Maybe he was with his family. I don't want to cause any trouble for him.I was about to dump my phone into my bag when something else caught my eye: three missed calls and five unread messages for my archived chat. All from Mr. Henderson. My brows knitted. Strange.I almost opened them, but I locked the screen. “It's still early,” I muttered. “I'll check them later.”“All set?”“Yep!”“You look gorgeous,” I smiled.She twirled in her gown. “Oh, thank you.”We agreed to both take our cars. She went her way, and I drove home. But something strange caught my eye th

BETTYMonths AgoAfter I got off the call with Naraya, I tracked her line down to a detention centre.The detention centre smelled of rust, wet concrete, and stale sweat.Two guards stood behind the reception desk, barely looking up.I walked straight to them. “My daughter is here.” Both wolves looked up. “Her name is Naraya.”“Wait here,” he said, turning to a file record, then called on another wolf. That one appeared with a growl on his face, holding a bottle of water.“The lady you brought in three nights ago is called Naraya, right?”My fingers tightened around the strap of my handbag. “Three nights?” My voice came out quieter than I intended. “You're telling me my daughter spent three nights in this miserable place?”“Who is she?” the second one snarled. “Woman. In here… you watch your tongue.”“She claims the girl is her daughter,” the first one said.“Not claim. Is!” I spat. “She has my blood running through her veins, you idiots.”“Don't tell me you are the one she got off a c