Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back (Rayna Quinn) novel Chapter 90

History Repeats–1

Thea’s POV

“Ms. Sterling, are you okay today?” one of my students asked, her eyes filled with concern.

It had been a month since the Kane situation, and I was still a mess. Okay? Not even close. Painful? Like being mauled by Rogues. Moving on? Hadn’t even touched the edge of

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Every morning I woke up feeling like I was sinking deeper into an ocean of pain and heartbreak. I’d thought I was healing when I was with Kane, but now I realized it had all been a fucking lie I told myself.

His betrayal was like a key that unlocked all those painful memories I’d tried to lock away. All those old wounds splitting open at once, mixing with fresh pain.

I was going through the motions each day like a zombie. The world around me seemed to have a blurry filter over it. I could smell other people’s scents in the air but couldn’t really feel any emotions. Everyone else had moved on, but I was stuck, unable to break free.

“Just…Thea. I’m fine… focus on your assignment,” I answered briefly, turning away to hide

my expression.

Another thing–I hated the Sterling surname. Every second it reminded me of my past. I wanted to change it but didn’t know what to use instead. Kincaid? But I didn’t know them well enough yet. And I hadn’t spoken to them since that day at my house.

I turned around, hiding my emotions. Before, I loved teaching. Now it was just another thing that drained me. Every day I came to work wishing the time would pass quickly so I could go home. I wanted to be alone. But Iris and Sebastian kept checking on me, which meant I was never truly alone.

The pups I taught had clearly noticed the change. The classroom atmosphere wasn’t vibrant anymore, and my voice had become mechanical and flat. Several students had started skipping class. I couldn’t blame them–who wanted to listen to a walking corpse? I

just didn’t know how to find that confident Thea who thrived in her field again.

Instead of trying to go back to who you were, why not try to create someone new? I’d gotten used to that strange female voice occasionally popping into my head. I didn’t know what

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History Repeats–1

it was,

but I treated it as my second conscience, talking to her like I was talking to another version of myself. But was it possible? To create a newer version. One different from that child, that girl, that woman who’d been broken countless times.

Just then, my phone rang. Seraphina’s name flashed on the screen. I’d been avoiding her calls, not knowing how to face these sudden biological parents. Especially considering Kane’s relationship with them. I was about to hang up, but my finger mysteriously slid to

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