All Chapters of HIS EX-LUNA HAS A SON: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Flynn's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ We are in my shelter. The words lodged in my throat like a fistful of broken glass, cutting me from the inside out, because for some fucked-up reason I couldn't bring myself to say anything, wishing to the Moon Goddess that I could read her mind right now and decode whatever chaos was spinning behind those green eyes before I ruined everything. "Why didn't you take me to Jeremiah's shelter?" she inquired, her voice dangerously soft, still facing away from me like my face was something she couldn't bear to look at. "Where are we? Don't tell me we are in Dominic's shelter right now." Fuck. I pursed my lips, my hands clenching at my sides. I couldn't lie anymore. She was right, we weren't in my best friend's pack. I had lied to her. I had deliberately, selfishly brought her to my own shelter instead because I was a prick who wanted her for myself, because the thought of handing her back to Jeremiah's pr

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ I blinked back the tears burning in my eyes and wiped at my lips with the back of my palm, still tasting copper, blood, and Flynn's desperation. I couldn't fucking believe he had actually kissed me. After spilling his heart like that, expecting me to do what? Melt into his arms? I felt nothing. Not even a flicker of what I had felt years ago when we had first met in that bar and he had kissed me while hiding from the pack warriors. Back then there had been heat, confusion, and something. This time? Absolutely fucking nothing. And then he had had the nerve to talk shit about Jeremiah. Saying he didn't deserve me, that he had only shown up after the fact. As if Flynn had any fucking right. He hadn't been there when Dominic bundled me up like trash and tossed me out of the packhouse. He hadn't been there when Dominic ripped my daughters from my arms. He hadn't been there when I also lost my little boy, right when he had

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Flynn's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ My head was pounding, a dull, throbbing ache right behind my eyes, probably from listening to Sophia's angry cries the entire drive back to the shelter, screaming like she was being murdered when all she was doing was sitting in a car seat. Fuck. I had just returned from the rogue camp after going to get my daughter in the morning, right after Selena had kicked me out of my own fucking room, and now it was night. The sky was pitch black, stars bleeding through the darkness, and although I had left with about eight warriors, I was the only one who made it back alive. I was pretty sure half the warriors at the shelter were probably dead by now, and it was partly Dominic's fault and partly mine. I was the one who had led them into that bloodbath, who had thought we could sneak in and sneak out without the masked bastards noticing, and now their bodies were rotting in the dirt while I drove back with a screaming infant.

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ Alpha Flynn's POV ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ I continued down the hall, my boots heavy against the floorboards, heading straight for Peter's room. I hadn't seen him since I got back, and although I didn't really want to look at his betraying face again, I knew if Dominic woke up, he would kill Peter on sight and rip his throat out before he could blink, and I was doing this for the sake of Peter's family, not him. They didn't deserve to watch their father get torn apart in front of them. I knocked on his door hard, three sharp raps that echoed down the corridor, and after a few rustling sounds from the inside, whispers, and the creak of bedsprings, his wife opened the door. She tossed me a polite smile, her eyes wary. "Alpha Flynn, to what do we owe the pleasure?" she beamed. For a second I almost turned around and left them in peace. But I couldn't, I wouldn't have that blood on my hands, not when there were children involved, so I squared my shoulders and said

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ "Are we there yet?" Jacob asked for the hundredth fucking time from the back seat, his mouth full of Skittles, his hand already diving back into the bag for another colorful handful. I tried not to roll my eyes, keeping my focus locked on the long evening road stretching through the Spineclaw pack territory. The sun was already dipping low, painting everything in violent orange and molten gold. I was pretty sure we were almost there because I could see the shelter buildings in the distance now, squat and familiar against the darkening tree line. "We are almost there," I replied, my voice tight. Jacob grumbled behind me, shifting in his seat. "That's what you keep saying." I blew out a sharp breath. "I assure you, I want to get there as much as you do. Trust m—" The pain in my chest suddenly spiked, worse than before. It hit me like a sledgehammer to the sternum, cutting my words off completely. My hands jerked on the