His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 26

Before I could dwell on the feeling any longer, the door was pushed open and a familiar head of white hair poked through. Cora hobbled her way in, and Genevieve gave up her seat for the elderly woman.

She sat there, giving me a hard look, her wrinkly lips pursed to look even thinner than they were.

"I'll just leave now Luna. I'll come visit you later," Gen smiled awkwardly. "Rest well," she leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my cheek and I smiled at her, my chest expanding at her sweet gesture.

Cora's icy gaze was enough to freeze the warm feeling that fluttered in my chest. I frowned at her, not appreciating her glare or her rude silence.

"What did I do wrong now Cora?" I asked, tilting my head at her. She tutted.

"You're more trouble than you're worth, Girl," I raised a brow at her.

"I don't know why my family is being cursed like this," she continued. "First my son and now my grandson," she muttered angrily.

I snarled loudly at her, snapping my extended canines for added effect as I leaned dangerously close to her.

"I didn't ask to be mated to your grandson and so far out of everyone in this wretched pack, I've had to suffer the most, by his hand no less," I growled.

"If you keep speaking this nonsense to me, I might just go insane and bite your head off," I said, licking my canines. She looked visibly shaken, averting her eyes. I hovered for a moment, enjoying her discomfort before I pulled away, leaning back on my bed.

She stood up, eyeing me silently before leaving with a huff.

Not even a minute later did someone else knock on the door and I was growing tired from all these visitors.

My uncle stepped in, followed by Romeo and I let out a breath I hadn't known I was holding. I sighed, looking at my two only family members, my shoulder slumping with resignation.

"Pack your bags, we're leaving soon," I spoke. My voice sounded tired and rough. My uncle broke out into a grin, looking gleeful.

"Finally," he clapped his son on the back, giving him an expectant look.

"I've already packed," he responded, looking towards me. They both looked towards me, expectantly.

"How did you know to pack?" I asked, furrowing my brows. My uncle shuffled closer towards me, perching on the side of my bed, besides my legs.

"Mija," he sighed softly, reaching a hand to brush my hair from my face. He tucked it behind my ear, giving me a pained smile. "That mate of yours wasn't treating you right and you don't deserve that. You're destined for greatness. It was just a matter of time," he explained.

"I don't feel it anymore," I frowned. "The ache in my chest where the mate bond would pull. It's gone. I feel empty," I admitted, looking down, tracing my index finger on the inside of my wrist.

"Are you sure?" He asked.

"Yeah I'm sure. It's like I can breath for the first time in a while, but somehow this emptiness inside me is making me restless," I described.

There was no one else in the room so I stepped further in, my eyes looking at the faces of all the patients. They must all be in some sort of coma to have such slow heart rates.

The closest one to me was an older male, his messy hair sprinkled with grey. I picked up the chart at the foot of his bed.

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Burnt in house fire March, unconscious since.

I went around and read all of their charts, my heart aching for them. They all ranged in how long they had been in a coma. Some for three weeks and some for three years. The causes were all varied too, from accidents to attacks.

Reaching out, I brushed my fingers on the hand of Bianca White, a 17 year old girl who'd been unconscious for a year now.

Her hand was cold and limp in my grasp and I focused on the energy humming through my body.

I could feel it with each beat of my heart, with every breath I took. It was like a warm light at the centre of my being.

I concentrated on bringing that light towards the surface of my skin, trying to push that into the hand of the girl I held. I don't know how long I stood there, focusing on my power.