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.

did to you. For hurting you, for pushing you away. I never meant to

my throat as his words sank in. This couldn't

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

there's no chance between both of us, but here he was,

make sense of the warmth in his voice,

all. I had braced myself for more pain, for the ache of knowing he could never love me back

in Drystan's arms, the world

scenario I had prepared for, disintegrated in

cold indifference - more rejection. But instead, I was

breaking as unshed

the sincerity in his words, but fear tightened its grip on my heart. "What happened?" I asked, pushing him back slightly, needing space to see his face,

thought Astrid and

talked to Astrid and made her realize that she's making a

have reconciled

at me, his breath uneven. For

breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "It's over, Nova.

mean?" I asked, my voice barely holding steady. "What

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

made me realize something, 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."