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.

For hurting you, for pushing

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

how deeply he had hurt me, and

us, but here he was, apologizing,

struggled to process his words, to make sense of the warmth in his

myself for more pain, for the ache of knowing he could never love me back the way I

arms, the

scenario I had prepared for, disintegrated in the

expecting cold indifference - more rejection. But instead, I was faced

I whispered, my voice breaking as unshed tears

tightened its grip on my heart. "What happened?" I asked, pushing him back slightly, needing space to see his face, to understand the shift

and him

made her realize that she's making a mistake in pushing Drystan away from

reconciled their differences

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

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

you mean?" I

face, his shoulders

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 rawness in his voice