His Rogue Luna is a Princess (Mia and Derek) novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151

DEREK

I’d never felt more nervous about knocking on

a door in my life.

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And that included negotiating with rival Alphas and walking into rogue territory with a barely–functioning truce.

This was worse.

Because this was Aiden.

Because I’d let him down.

Elena opened the front door of the Moonstone estate before had a chance to knock twice. She looked like she hadn’t slept in a few days, but she was holding herself steady–shoulders squared, mouth neutral.

No warmth, no bite. Just controlled coolness.

“Hey,” I said.

She stepped aside. “He’s in the sunroom.”

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I started to thank her, but her hand lightly touched my arm. I looked down to find her eyes locked on mine.

“You better fix it.”

I nodded. No excuses.

At the door of the room was a childishly written sign that said ‘NO ALPHAS ALLOWED.”

I winced. And stepped inside.

Aiden was sitting cross–legged on the floor with crayons spread around him like a sunburst, scribbling on a folded piece of construction paper. He didn’t look up when I came in.

“Hey, buddy,” I said, kneeling down a few feet away. “That for someone special?”

He shrugged, still coloring.

My chest tightened.

The last time I saw him–at the restaurant–I’d walked out mid–meatball to run to Cassandra. Left him blinking across the table with a napkin in his lap and marinara on his chin.

“Do you want to go for a walk?” I asked gently. “Just you and me?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Then he stood up slowly, set the crayon down, and gave a quiet, “Okay.”

Not eager. Not angry. Just… hesitant.

But it was a start.

Elena met us at the door with sunscreen, a hat, and a thermos of water. She knelt down, adjusting Aiden’s collar like she was resisting the urge to say more.

“I’ll be careful,” I said.

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“I know,” she replied, but her eyes didn’t soften. “But be good.”

Ive her a small nod. “I will.”

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We walked in silence for a while, heading down the slope behind the estate toward the training fields. I kept my hands in my pockets, waiting.

“Wanna show me around?” I asked after a minute. “I don’t know the grounds very well.”

He kicked at a pebble. “You’ve been here before.”

“Not with a tour guide as cool as you.”

That earned me a side–eye. Barely. But again–progress.

He pointed toward the east. “That’s my treehouse.”

I smiled. “Did you build it?”

“No. Mason and Logan did. But I picked where it goes. Mom said it was a good “defensible location.”

“Smart”

“Yeah. It has a rope ladder. And a trapdoor for supplies. And a walkie–talkie in case I see a bear or something.”

“See a

“See any yet?”

He shook his head. “Just a raccoon that tried to steal my sandwich.”

“Trash pandas will get you every time.”

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