True Luna by Tessa Lilly

Chapter 287: Chapter 287 When We Were Little

Alexander’s POV

I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t stop the thoughts that were eating at my soul.

Would I ever get to hug my parents again? Would something terrible happen to them? How strong was my mom now? Could she hurt my dad? What would happen to my mom when she realized that she hurt her mate? What if I lost both of them? How the fuck would I survive losing my entire family?

I closed my eyes and tried to take a deep breath. It was impossible, though. My chest was being squished by so many emotions and I couldn’t breathe normally. The air was barely entering my lungs and my whole body hurt due to the lack of air.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and turned to my side. I grabbed one of the pillows that were on my bed and held it close to me. I buried my nose in it, hoping that the softness and the scent of the pillow would somehow soothe me. My pillow always smelled the same. My mom always used the same fabric softener and the scent reminded me of her. It reminded me of simpler times. It reminded me of my childhood and how my biggest concern was if my mom would create four or five clouds over my bed. I liked five better. There was more lightning if she created five clouds.

I forced the scent into my lungs and breathed out slowly. It soothed me a little, but I still wasn’t able to relax enough to go to sleep.

I tried to get more comfortable just as Fia mind-linked me.

Lex? She called me, her voice laced with sadness. Are you awake?

I am. I responded immediately. Is everything okay?

Can I come to your room? She asked instead of answering me.

Always, Fia. I said softly.

My heart raced a bit, wondering if something happened to her. She calmed down a bit before we went to bed, but she sounded so fucking sad when she mind-linked me.

comfort. I wanted to ask her to come to my room earlier. I needed her. I needed to

away and made room for her in my bed. She

her hand in mine and

them,” she said quietly, making

of her hand gently and

said and she turned

in her eyes almost

room, Lex?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Will

in my throat was threatening to suffocate me. I didn’t know how to answer that question. I was wondering

Fia,” I told her honestly. “I

her cheek and I reached out to

little and dad would always make us pancakes on Sundays?” Fia asked

small smile spread across my face. “He always burnt one

her head

to live together,” she said. “I think that he had just gotten used to the taste over the years so he made them just like

and the lump in my throat only grew. The love my parents shared was one of a kind. I hoped that I would find a love like that someday. I hoped that Fia would find it. She was on a good track with Hunter, but

mumbled, looking down. “I should have known that he

right. We should have

my hand and

for coming here,” I said. “I was having trouble

and

come to you immediately,