Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 173: Abandoned Hopes

Nova's POV

As I stood there, my hands tucked nervously in the pockets of my coat, I found my gaze constantly drifting back towards the Packhouse.

It was as if a part of me was desperately waiting for something - or someone to emerge from those familiar doors.

I knew it was a foolish hope, one that I should have long since abandoned. Drystan had made it painfully clear that we had no future together, that our bond as mates couldn't also change that. Yet, a stubborn part of me clung to the wish that he would come rushing out to beg me to stay.

Mentally, I scolded myself for this lingering, foolish hope. I had already made the difficult decision to leave, to forge a new path for myself, away from the pain and rejection that had become my reality here. Why was I still torturing myself, hoping against all logic that Drystan would change his mind?

With a renewed determination, I forced my gaze away from the Packhouse, focusing solely on the driveway where the car that would whisk me away from this place would soon appear.

I couldn't afford to be foolish to cling to the false hope that Drystan would somehow change his mind and come running to stop me. I had to move forward, to find the courage to embrace the unknown that lay ahead.

I'm still just twenty-three years old; there is plenty of time for me to search for my second chance, mate. Once I found him, I will no longer have to think of this again.

I let out a shaky breath when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking straight back to the Packhouse, I saw a familiar figure standing and looking at me.

My eyes widened when I recognized Drystan, who looked at me with desperation in my eyes.

My heart pounded inside my chest. Did he come here to stop me? If he did, then I will no longer leave.

that he said, then I'll willingly forgive him

surprised to find out that I was his mate. I hope that this time, he already realized that I and I still

the car that I had been

left the bags and the luggage I packed and

looked back inside the Packhouse, wanting to approach him this time. However,

Where did he go?

I saw him standing there; we even locked our gazes on each other.

in surprise when the driver talked behind my back,

I slowly nodded my head. "Yes, we are going,"

to see Drystan this time, but

Why would Drystan even come here? I was so desperate to see Drystan that my mind

had always feared - he truly didn't care for me. He was just fulfilling a

he had truly cared, he

to come here to stop me, to apologize or to take back his

and we'd

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years.

Drystan must have heard by now that I was leaving. Astrid is always by his side, and there is no way

to just

me like a knife, twisting in my gut and igniting a blaze of rage