My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 74

Aiden stood firm against the door, his body an unmovable wall blocking Cassia’s escape. 

“I said move, Aiden!” she shouted for what felt like the fifth time, her palms pressing against his chest, trying to shove him away. But he didn’t budge an inch. 

“No,” he said lowly, his voice rough with need. “I won’t.” 

His hand caught hers before she could push him again, holding her still. 

Cassia froze. Their gazes collided, locked so deeply it was as though the years had folded back, binding them together again. Their bodies were close…too close…close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off him. 

For a fleeting second, his scent enveloped her, familiar and dangerous. It was like her wolf had awoken inside her again, remembering. It was the same pull she had felt in that boardroom not long ago, but this…. 

This was stronger, rawer. It felt like it was seven years ago all over again. Her throat went dry as her eyes betrayed her, wandering from his gaze down to the curve of his lips, the subtle twitch of his Adam’s apple. 

The ache that spread through her chest was unbearable. It was the echo of the love they had once shared, the love she thought would last forever. Back then, just the sound of his voice could unravel her, and his touch, it used to set fire to every part of her. Everything had been perfect, until he had shattered it all. 

He had come home one day, demanded a divorce, then ripped her soul apart when he blamed her for their daughter’s death. When she had needed him most, he had looked her in the eye and rejected her. That memory alone clawed at her heart, tearing it open as though it had only happened yesterday. 

She inhaled sharply and forced the softness out of her gaze. Whatever spark that had tried to reignite between them, she crushed it with a glare. The warmth of her wolf, the electrifying pull of his scent, it all vanished in an instant, replaced by bitter ice. 

Jerking her hands free, Cassia stepped back, creating a cold, deliberate space between them. 

Aiden stood frozen, watching the shift in her eyes. Just moments ago, there had been a flicker of softness, hope, even. Now all he saw was hatred burning back at him. His chest tightened painfully. 

“Coming here with my son was a mistake,” she said flatly, her voice trembling at the edges though she tried to mask it. “I’ll leave now. Just… get out of my way.” She refused to look at him. 

“I can’t let you go,” Aiden whispered, his voice breaking in its restraint. 

She lifted her head, glaring at him with venom. 

“It’s too dangerous,” he continued, desperation bleeding through his words. “Someone out there wants to hurt you, Amelia. I can’t let that happen. I won’t.” 

Her bitter laugh cut through him like a knife. The sound carried both pain and disdain, a sound that told him just how much he had destroyed. 

“You can’t let that happen?” she echoed, her voice sharp., “Aiden, you rejected me. Do you remember that? You 

looked me in the eye and accused me of killing my own child. My child, Aiden. Do you know what I went through in labor just to bring her into this world? Do you… 

Her voice broke. Tears welled, blurring her vision. She turned away, her shoulders shaking. 

“Amelia…” he whispered, reaching out, but she pulled back, denying him even the comfort of touch. 

She shut her eyes briefly, forcing the tears back down. She wouldn’t break in front of him. Not again. 

“Amelia, I’m sorry,” Aiden said, his voice thick with remorse. 

His face went pale, shock freezing him in place. His lips parted as though to speak, but no words came, only silent, helpless tears. 

“Give me the keys. Now,” Cassia demanded icily, rising to her feet. 

Aiden remained on his knees, looking up at her, his heart breaking all over again. He realized in that moment that the woman he had loved…his Amelia, was gone. In her place stood someone new, someone who despised him with every fiber of her being. 

Slowly, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the keys. But before handing them over, his voice trembled with one final plea. 

“I need to ask you one thing before I give these to you.” 

Cassia sighed, rolling her eyes in exhaustion. “Just give me the keys, Aiden.” 

His jaw tightened, his next words dropping like a bomb. “Is Arthur my son?” 

Cassia froze, her body stiffening as if lightning had struck her. Her heart hammered violently against her ribs, her breath shallow and erratic. 

She said nothing, but her silence betrayed her. 

Aiden searched her face desperately, his gaze locked on every flicker of her expression. 

“Tell me the truth, Amelia,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Is Arthur my son?”