All Chapters of Three Alphas, One Broken Luna : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Erica's POV I took a taste of the chocolate and smiled. It was delicious, just the way I had imagined. This was my favorite, and I wondered how they had been able to find it. Taking another bite, I crossed my legs and stared at the gift spread across my bed. I thought. Out of their words, how they promised this had nothing to do with the full moon. Part of me wanted to believe them, but another part of me felt it was strange, so strange. These were men who had hated me for no reason. So why, all of a sudden, were they giving me gifts? Knock landed on my door, and I straightened up, asking the person in the door. It pushed open, revealing the triplets' mother. She flashed me a warm smile before stepping in. Respectfully, I stood to my feet and slightly lowered myself. You don't have to, she said, in a friendly manner. You are Luna. Remember that she sat on the couch opposite me. I nodded and sank back onto the bed, wondering why she had come. She didn't speak immediately. I

Erica's POV Lady Fiona was here because of the full moon? I hoped it wasn't what I was thinking. What about the full moon? I asked, already sounding annoyed by the topic. She stood. She stood from her seat and then came to sit beside me on the bed. A small frown formed on my face. We had a feeling this conversation wasn't going to go the way I wanted it to. I believe, you know what the full Moon does to us, she-wolves, she asked. I glanced at her and nodded. But what does that have to do with me? I asked, pretending to be ignorant. Lady Fiona, the triplet's mother, sighed and spoke, "I'm worried about you. You'll go into heat that day," she said. Her voice filled with concern. My frown deepened. I knew what she meant, and I was worried, too. Going into heat was a vulnerable, painful experience for us. And if your mate was nearby but refused to touch you, it made everything worse. I sucked in a deep breath. You don't have to worry about me, ma. I can take care of myself. I l

Chris's POV Fuck. I cursed, pulling away from Becky, but it was too late. Erica had already seen us. I felt like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Only this wasn't about a stolen suite. And the shame cut infinitely deeper. My wolf snarled in my head, restless and furious. Drowning in guilt. I looked up at Erica, but the reaction I braced myself for never came. No wide eyes, no trembling lip. Not even a sharp intake of breath. She didn't look like she cared at all. She just stared at us. Her expression blank. As if this was the most normal thing in the world, and somehow that gut-punched me harder than any tears could have. What kind of woman walks in on her mate, her husband, getting a blow job from another woman, and doesn't show a single crack in her composure? Without even a glance in my direction, Erica's cold gaze landed on Becky. Who was now on her feet, that smug little smirk still plastered on her face. "Why did you send Nora and Lolita on an errand?" Erica

Erica's POV All done. Max sighed in relief as he finished wrapping the bandage around my arm. I could go get the healer. He offered. No need. I'll be fine by morning. My wolf's healing is probably kicking in, I replied. Max just nodded, still kneeling in front of me. The air between us was thick with an awkwardness. I couldn't stand it. So I pushed myself to my feet and walked over to the window. I acted like I just needed some fresh air, but really, I just wanted to put some space between us. I didn't take the hint. He followed me, stopping right behind me, crowding my space. I frowned. What on Earth was he doing? Is there a problem? I asked. My voice tight with irritation. As I kept my back to him, I heard him let out a soft sigh. He was quiet for a beat. As if he were wrestling with the right words to say. Then the mate bond flared to life. Suddenly. His emotions crashed into me, something that had never happened before. They'd always blocked me out, kept me from feeling a

Erica's POV The healer spent a few more minutes with Chris, before she finally gave a satisfied nod and stood up. He's stable, but he'll be out for a few hours. I'd recommend someone stay with him, just in case. I'll stay with him. Becky said immediately. The word stolen right from my mouth. I was going to say that I wanted to be the one to stay with him. Bite everything. Despite how screwed up things were between us, I couldn't just go back to my room and pretend to sleep, not while he was still out cold. No, Becky, you can't. Ken shot back instantly. You're sick. Becky. Face soured. I can handle it. I want to stay. It's my duty. She argued. But I cut her off with a sharp scoff. Your duty? I asked, raising an eyebrow. My hand was still holding Chris's. Last I checked, you're just a concubine. Becky. And me. A smirk pulled at my lips. I'm his wife, his mate. If anyone's staying, it's me. So why don't you go back to your room? You're still not feeling well, or so you claim.