Fated For Lycan's Luna novel Chapter 159

Chloe's POV

My heart sank as those dreaded words reached my ears, and I couldn't help but flinch.

Blake had been right all along. We had both attempted to break free from the ties that bound us. As for me, I had given it my all to forget him, filling my days to the brim, drowning my thoughts in busyness. But as soon as I laid eyes on him again, the futility of my efforts became painfully evident.

I could no longer deny the truth. Forgetting Blake? If I searched the deepest corners of my heart, there he was, a constant presence.

Erasing him from my life? I had deceived myself into thinking I had succeeded, yet, as time passed, wasn't Blake the very first thought that greeted me in the morning? Wasn't he the last thought before I surrendered to sleep? And now, here he stood, holding my hand. A simple touch sent shivers through my soul.

Could I truly continue to ignore it?

Could I honestly brush aside these overpowering emotions that surged within me whenever I looked into his eyes?

Could I still deny that despite everything, I could not bear to see him hurt?

My mind raced in turmoil, a storm of confusion and fear swirling within me. I had spent so long convincing myself that Blake and I were a thing of the past, but now I felt utterly lost, as panic crept in. Anxiety gnawed at the edges of my thoughts.

Then, in that crucial moment, a soothing presence emerged in my mind, the voice of my wolf, Aurora. "Chloe," she whispered my name, a gentle call in the midst of my chaos. I trembled and found the courage to speak, my voice trembling as I asked, "Aurora, what should I do?"

"Don't be afraid," she reassured me, her voice a balm to my anxious soul. "The answer to that question, haven't you known it all along?" Her words held a profound wisdom as she continued, her tone soft and serene. "Chloe, your emotions are mine. If you truly despised Blake, wouldn't I feel repulsed by him?" She offered a perspective with crystal clarity.

I listened, my heart aching with the truth she unveiled. "But look," she went on, her presence brimming with warmth,

"Instead of revulsion, I find myself drawn to Blake. I relish seeing him, feeling the warmth of his hand." I could sense the warmth in her words, a metaphorical smile in her voice.

"So, my human, don't overthink it any longer. Just follow your heart."

"Just follow my heart?" I pondered, my voice trembling as the words escaped my lips. Tears flowed freely, their warmth tracing the path of my despair on my cheeks.

Blake witnessed my anguish, his eyes mirroring the agony within me. His hand, a lifeline amidst the tempest, clasped mine, while his other hand gently reached for my face, tenderly brushing away the cascading tears.

"I came here, compelled by hope against hope, that my words might sway you," he murmured, his touch a soothing balm on my wounded heart.

"But as I see you cry like this, I am starting to have second thoughts about my actions," he confessed, his voice quivering with regret.

"Chloe... I'm sorry for the pain I've caused," he whispered.

In that poignant moment, both of us knelt on the ground, broken and exposed, our vulnerabilities laid bare.

"The path ahead is shrouded in darkness and peril. I will no longer give any promises to protect you and shield you from harm anymore," Blake continued, his gaze locked with mine. A solitary teardrop trailed down his face.