Why Wasn't Luke In Bunk'd Novels & Stories

"By the way, why isn't Luke with us today?" Rudd asks Bob who was still trying to figure out the reasoning behind the team composition. That's what Luke instructed him to say, but in reality he just doesn't go out of the brothel much these days. He's been trying all the different flavours of pleasure madame Bianca's place has to offer, but even though it's been a week already, he still has to spend as much as Bob did on just one day.

"You're one of the forced Lunas?" Olivia shook her head. "I'm not his Luna. Forced or not, I'll never be his Luna. That's why I'm here. I tried to escape and go back to England, but a nurse let me call my aunt, and Noah was there. It's not safe to return home, so I'm kind of stuck here. But not entirely stuck because the Alphas treat me very well." "You don't say," Laura chuckled. "I say you stay and share their kind hearts with the rest of the pack. Seriously, we got so many new goodies just because you insisted; it's crazy," Laura threw the last piece of the food into her mouth and hummed.

I can see Luke watching me and wondering what I'm playing at, but I can't risk him knowing, I don't know how he'll react, but I can't imagine it'll be good. "What's going on with you?" Luke sits down next to me when I have a quick cigarette before bed. "Nothing, why?" I say attempting nonchalance and hoping he can't tell that I'm lying, because he looks absolutely breathtaking with the pinky orange glow of the sunset behind him. "You've been avoiding me, have I done something?" He looks so concerned it breaks my heart, stubbing out my cigarette, I tug him towards the tent. "No, Jenny was upset it'd turned into a couple's trip and she was the only uncoupled, so I was showing her she wasn't, t

Kendrick's grandfather, Eugene Holland; a retired militant, the man who offered me the marriage contract personally. "Don't worry about my brother; I used a sedative on him, so he won't be causing any more harm," Luke assures me with a smile. I nod at him, contemplating whether or not I should ask about Charlotte. Maybe it's best if I don't pry. Luke's phone rings out loud, shattering the growing awkwardness. With regrettable eyes, he says, "Sorry, I need to take this," and he leaves. Sighing, I lean back. Having been so near death, it hits differently.

What kind of sick joke was this? Unconsciously, Luke found his way out of the house and into the backyard. A breath of fresh air brought some clearness and relief, but not enough to set his mind straight. Damn! Damn! Damn! This was what he was afraid of all along. This is why he was reluctant to believe her in the beginning. Was it possible that she was able to trick him? Him? But what would be the point? She had to have a reason? Right? And he had to find it right away!

Luke was nowhere in sight — probably locked in his room working on his laptop or making calls about his failing company. The first night in the apartment was the hardest. Abby lay in her real bed in the middle room, staring at the ceiling. The apartment was so silent she could hear the faint hum of the air conditioning. Somewhere down the hall, Luke was probably still awake, completely detached from her presence.

"No. We're in this mess because you wouldn't fucking listen. If we had stuck to the original plan, we wouldn't be tied up right now." "Shut up." I growl. "It was going good until Captain Idiot showed up." Gavin looked at me from behind Terry. "Luke, calm down. Give the kid a break." "No. I won't calm down. If people would just fucking listen......" I'm interrupted by a voice in the darkness of the barn. "Better listen to him, Luke." I squint in the dark to see who's talking. "Luke Jackson. As I live and breathe." He steps into the light. Bulky. Blonde hair, half tied back. Tank top with jeans, large boots and.....an eye patch? Can only be one person.......

A quick text. Something’s come up. The words, so mundane, landed with a surprising weight. It wasn’t just a cancellation; it was the way it was delivered. No detailed explanation, no hint of regret beyond a perfunctory “so sorry,” and the immediate leap to a “raincheck ASAP” that felt more like a brush-off than a genuine intention. Our brunch today had been a long-standing plan, a small, cherished ritual we’d established for Sundays, a time carved out for us amidst the chaos of our lives. It was the kind of thing Earnest, the planner, the considerate partner, rarely, if ever, abandoned without a compelling reason.

"He was also lying," Finn added conversationally. "In case you were tracking the pattern." I looked back at the ice. The rookies had given up on the drill and were now just trying not to fall down. I watched them without seeing them, processing the information Finn had just handed me — Luke, this morning, in Finn's apartment, because that's where he'd been. The looseness. The ease. The confirmation of what I already knew. "He's okay, though," Finn said. Quieter now. No performance in it, just the plain thing. "We both are."

It was the smile that activated my bullet time. I started to stride in the opposite direction, towards my class. I dragged my feet as my thoughts carried pessimism. I could not concentrate in my classes anymore. My thoughts were filled with training, witch hunting, covens, and Maria’s safety. I arrived at my classroom, late. Bert and Carla were there, teasing again. “You look like shit, Luke!” Bert mused softly as I lowered myself to my chair next to him. The professor went on with his lecture. “What’s wrong? Did you miss Maria?” Carla rolled her eyes. She sat on my other side, next to me.