Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 237

Nova’s POV

I pulled my arm away from Drystan’s hold as I struggled to maintain my resolve. “I’m leaving, Drystan,” I answered firmly. The weight of his presence felt both comforting and suffocating, making it hard to breathe.

I have to stay away from him as far as possible for the sake of my sanity.

“Leaving? You’re going back with me to the Nightsong Pack,” he stated, a hint of authority in his voice. My eyes widened in surprise as I glanced back at him, disbelief swirling in my chest.

“Back to the Nightsong Pack? I just can’t go with you!” I blurted out, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Michael and I already talked. I’m going back to where I came from.”

I tried to snatch my arm away from his grip, but his hand tightened, refusing to let me go.

“You promised that you’d come back once you found your mate. Now that you’ve found him, it’s time for you to return.” His tone was firm, leaving little room for argument.

“That’s because I thought I would be mated to a werewolf!” I exclaimed, my frustration bubbling over. “Michael is human; he can’t stay in the Pack with us.”

Drystan’s grip remained firm, his expression serious. “I can’t let you leave. Do you know how dangerous it is for a lone wolf out there? We just came from the meeting; you heard that the rogues are planning something. I can’t allow you to be out there, not without knowing you’re safe. You need protection, Nova.”

His words ignited a spark of defiance in me. “I can take care of myself!” I shot back, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Drystan’s brow furrowed, concern etched on his features. “It’s not just about you. I can’t stand by and let you put yourself in danger, especially now.” The intensity in his gaze held me captive, and I was pinned down by his words.

“I made a promise to your sister that I will take care of you and protect you no matter what,” Drystan added.

His words sobered me, and in a moment of clarity, I pulled my arm away from him, and I managed to free my arm from his grasp. “You already broke your promise a long time ago,” I hissed as I pointed a finger at him.

I turned to leave as I felt anger and hurt rushing through me, but Drystan snatched my arm forcefully, surprising me.

I yelped as I spun around, the bags on my shoulder tumbling to the ground. My hand instinctively pressed against Drystan’s chest as he pulled me closer, our faces just inches apart.

My eyes widened, and my legs felt weak as my heart raced inside my chest. All those years, those same feelings lingered, now stronger than ever.