All Chapters of Chasing Back My Secret Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Kimberley's POVWhen I received a message from Velvet that I was summoned to the pack house after work, I could already feel my mood getting more sour by the moment. There were two people who would call me there: either Clara or, worst, Vaelor.I have gone through a great deal of effort to avoid him, and it really wasn't amounting to anything if he was just going to summon me anyways. I grinded my teeth behind my mask when Velvet told me and I could feel my annoyance building up. What was the point of him pretending to care about my opinion when he was just going to ignore it every single chance that he got?Despite my own personal reservations, it didn't change that I still had to go. Every time I thought about resisting this—of reminding myself that maybe I could get myself out of this—I remembered my triplets. If I decided to run away with them, it would be flagged as kidnapping of minors and I would never see them again. The Elders were vicious people; that's also something I knew

Kimberley’s POVThings can’t get worse. That’s what I’m always telling myself over and over again, but somehow I seem to be proven wrong each time.A perfect exhibit of that was waiting for me at home. By some miracle, I had made it home early—at least early enough compared to my usual hours—and I was hoping that I would be able to read my kids their bedtime stories. But someone had beat me to it, and it was the last person I ever imagined with them."...And then, kids, the princess and the prince lived happily ever after when the evil witch was banished from the land."Seeing one of the pillars of my ruin reading my kids a story must have been something straight out of a nightmare for anyone else, but it was a stark reality for me. She had her legs crossed, and my kids sat on the floor listening with rapt attention. Standing at the doorside was a stiff looking guard, probably one that came around with her because she was the Luna and still needed protection.She had already noticed m

Kimberley’s POVThere was so much genuine shock in his eyes, as if he could not wrap his head around why he was actually ruining my life—as though it was some kind of mystery he couldn't quite solve."What do you want me to do?" I asked him.I thought of Clara in my home. I had spoken to Martha after she put the kids to bed and Clara left. Martha told me that after the identity of Clara being the Luna was confirmed, there was no way she could refuse her entry, and I couldn’t blame her for that. But I told her that this would be a strike for her, because I could not leave my children in the care of someone who would possibly put them in harm’s way.I understood enough that Martha had likely been easily influenced by Clara using her position like a weapon. It was clear what she came to do tonight in my home; temporary or not, she was coming to tell me that it was still her territory. She was probably getting info from somebody in the hospital; that’s how she found out about what he did.

Vaelor's POVShe must be receiving the flowers, right? I was sending them everyday. I looked down at my fingers, healing from several pricks from thorns and such from the stems.Every night I would arrange the flowers for her, just the way she used to like them in the past. I hoped that when she would receive them in the morning it would bring some kind of light to her day.So far I don't know if my plan has been working. She still looks at me like a scared cat about to leave, but so far so good. We have not had any other arguments since that night at the pub.She hasn't done anything with the flowers from what my people had told me. Maybe it was going too far, but I planted somebody there to check from the outside if she would dispose of the flowers, but she had not.Maybe she was keeping them inside. Maybe she was staring at them and looking at me, wondering when she was going to receive the next flowers. She was probably stuck in the house somewhere, but I like to think that she was

Kimberley's POV"Mommy, when is Aunt Clara coming back?"I nearly choked on my food when I heard that.Somehow, I was able to maintain a neutral expression when I looked at my son, Nate, across the table. He was nearly leaning over his plate of mashed potatoes and peas in his excitement."First of all, Nate, no talking with food in your mouth," I said, returning to my own plate but losing my appetite. I knew I was going to have to toss the rest of it away."Second of all, Aunt Clara is a very busy woman. You shouldn't think about her too much. She'll probably not be able to come around often.""I hope she can come and read us a bedtime story again," Rosalie said, all smiles.Deep down, I envied the pure innocence of my children, but it also made me frightful for their safety. I wasn't happy about it, but I had to give Martha an earful.I also gave her new, strict rules that she had to abide by. If she slipped even a little bit, then I would be finding new childcare.Between the two of