Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 287: Fantasy Nova's POV

I froze when I saw Drystan rushing out of the packhouse, his surprise shifting from surprise to something I couldn't quite place.

I swallowed hard, staying rooted on the spot, fighting the urge to turn around and run away again as he ran towards me, closing the distance between us.

"Drystan, what are you doing here?" My voice faltered, the words I had planned to say slipping through my fingers like water.

I thought he would still be at the Silvermoon Pack, wrapped in Astrid's arms, far from here. I thought I completely lost him to her.

Instead, he is right in front of me, moving closer with every second, like he was afraid I might disappear again.

Before I could take a step back, before I could even think, Drystan closed the distance between us and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly that I almost couldn't breathe.

His embrace caught me off guard. This wasn't the cold, distant Drystan I had expected.

It wasn't the reaction I'd imagined during all those long, lonely nights when I prepared myself for another rejection.

He clung to me like I was something precious he'd nearly lost, and I couldn't understand it.

My mind raced, trying to make sense of what was happening, but then his voice broke through my thoughts, low and rough, each word heavy with emotion.

into my hair. "I'm sorry for everything I did to you. For hurting you,

my breath catching in my throat as his words sank in. This

back to confess everything to pour out the feelings I'd carried for so long, to let him know how deeply he had hurt me, and then walk away, expecting nothing but the same cold indifference I'd always

but here he was,

his words, to make sense of the warmth in his voice, the

wasn't what I'd expected, not at all. I had braced myself for more pain, for the ache of knowing he could never love me back the way I

I stood there, wrapped in Drystan's arms, the world

knew, every scenario I had prepared for, disintegrated in the

rejection.

whispered, my voice breaking as

touch, to trust the sincerity in his words, but fear tightened its grip on my heart. "What happened?" I

thought Astrid and him

now. I have talked to Astrid and made her realize

have reconciled their

expression softened as he looked at me, his breath uneven. For a moment, he seemed lost,

breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking.

understand what he was saying. "What do you mean?"

a hand over his face, his shoulders slumping under the weight of

something should have known all along. I was blind, caught up in this idea that she was the one for me.. but I was wrong." He paused, the