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.

he said, then I'll willingly forgive him and be glad

I know he was just scared and surprised to find out that I was his mate. I hope that this time,

was the car that I had been waiting for, which was supposed to take me away from

left the bags and the luggage I packed and went past

inside the Packhouse, wanting to approach him this time.

Where did he go?

as I searched around the doorway with my eyes. I swear I saw him standing there; we even locked

surprise when the driver talked behind my back,

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

this time, but there was no

felt angry with myself. It turns out my mind was just playing tricks with me. Why would Drystan even come here? I was so desperate to see Drystan that my mind played tricks on

care for me. He was just fulfilling a promise that he made to his sister by taking care of

he had truly cared, he

ask questions. He didn't have to come here to stop me, to apologize or to take back his words. He could

and we'd been

гор

years.

is always by his side,

he never appeared to just

blaze of rage that threatened to consume me. All this time, I had clung to the foolish