Read Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back (Rayna Quinn) novel Chapter 88 Free

Lost Heart–1

Thea’s POV

I felt my soul detach from my body, like I was walking the edge of reality. My fingers moved across the keyboard, searching for the name of this feeling. The screen offered an explanation: “dissociation“-a psychological defense mechanism common among those who’ve experienced deep trauma.

I put my phone down and rubbed my tired eyes. Iris was probably right. I needed professional help. Those old wounds, those years of being treated like an outcast in the Sterling family, those memories of being viewed as an unqualified Luna in the Ashworth Pack–all had left cracks within me that wouldn’t heal.

I stood up, feeling that familiar dull ache in my chest start acting up again. Since that confrontation between multiple Alphas in my house, I’d pushed everyone away. Set my phone to Do Not Disturb mode, refused all contact.

I just wanted to be alone, to process everything by myself. Sometimes, I felt the weight of it all crashing down on me, and it was just too fucking much.

The phone rang, breaking the silence of the room. Sheriff Hawthorne, for the third time today. It was Kane’s sentencing day, and he wanted me to testify. My finger hovered over the accept button before finally sliding to decline.

I knew how serious Kane’s crimes were. Impersonating law enforcement was an extremely serious offense in our world, not to mention attempted murder. But every time I thought about personally sending him to prison, those memories of our time together would surface, tormenting me.

How fucking ironic. Sebastian’s seven years of coldness had conditioned me to expect rejection–I always knew his indifference was inevitable because he never accepted me. But Kane’s betrayal tortured me more because he’d made me believe I deserved to be loved just for being myself.

I pulled back the curtains, looking out at Moon Bay. These past few days, I’d been wondering if I truly was the Kincaids‘ daughter, if I’d grown up surrounded by Seraphina and Maximus’s love, would I have become a different person? Would I still be so desperate for love and validation? Would I have been so easily deceived?

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Lost Heart–1

Unable to stand the oppressive atmosphere of the room any longer, I grabbed a hat and sunglasses, deciding to get some air. I had no clear destination, letting the wheels carry me through the city. Only when I saw the courthouse’s silhouette emerging in the dusk did I realize my subconscious had been driving me here all along.

“This is insane,” I muttered to myself, adjusting my sunglasses to make sure no one could recognize me.