My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76 

“No, Aiden did..” 

James’s words froze Cassia in place. Her whole body went numb. He kept the clothes? For seven years? 

Her eyes drifted to the gown in her hand, her throat tightening as memories crashed over her. That night came rushing back, the night she had worn it after shopping, the way Aiden had walked in from a board meeting and his lips parting when he saw her. His eyes dark with hunger. And then his mouth had been on hers, his hands desperately roaming all over her and the night consumed in fire and passion. 

She swallowed hard, pushing the dress back as if it burned her fingers. 

“Thank you, James,” she whispered, her voice brittle. 

He nodded. “Good night.” 

She watched his back as he left, the door clicking softly shut. For a moment, silence wrapped the room, and then the tears came…hot, bitter. 

Coming back here was torture. Every corner, every object dragged her back into memories she had buried. And now these clothes, he kept like relics. Why? Was it some twisted plan to break her resolve? To make her forgive him? Never, she would never forgive him. 

She stuffed the clothes back into the wardrobe, slamming it shut as though sealing the past away. 

Turning to the shopping bags James had brought, she pulled out the clothes. Perfect fit. She frowned. The phone gleamed expensive, the laptop too. She sighed. I’ll pay him back tomorrow. I don’t want debts, especially not from Aiden’s Beta. 

Grabbing a nightdress, she slipped into the bathroom, took her bath, and came out with damp hair clinging to her skin. She dried her hair. The pajamas clung softly as she climbed into bed, curling beside Arthur. 

Her hand pressed against her chest as her mind replayed what happened in Aiden’s study. His scent. His tears. The sparks that shouldn’t exist anymore. Her wolf stirring when near him. She thought her wolf was dead, but why does it suddenly feel awake whenever Aiden was close to her. 

Why only with him? Why now? Was the moon goddess mocking her? 

She shut her eyes tighter, forcing away the image of him kneeling and broken. For a flicker, she had almost softened. Almost. But she buried it. She had to. 

Sleep finally dragged her under. 

Meanwhile, in his study, Aiden stood by the window, eyes fixed on the dark night, his jaw tight and his chest heavy. His mind was full of Amelia. Her tears. Her voice breaking. Her coldness. 

His fists clenched as guilt shredded him. Three men had beaten her until she lost the baby. His baby. Their baby. Rage coiled inside of him, but the guilt he felt weighed heavier. He was supposed to protect her, he was supposed to be her shield, and instead, he abandoned her. 

“If only I could go back.” he whispered into the silence. “If only…” 

The door creaked open. James stepped in, shutting it behind him. “Aiden.” he muttered, worry in his tone. “What happened? Amelia’s eyes were swollen. She’s been crying?” 

Aiden didn’t turn. His shoulders heaved. 

Aiden dropped heavily on the couch, burying his face in his hands. 

“We talked,” he whispered. “I asked her about the pregnancy. She told me she lost it when she was ambushed.” His hands shook as they fell to his lap. “James, do you understand? That was my child too. And she lost it 

because I wasn’t there.” 

James’s chest tightened. He sat beside him. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s all my fault. Eva died because I wasn’t fast enough when she called me. The baby died because I wasn’t there to protect her. Amelia.. she’s drowning in pain because of me. I wish I could take it away. I wish I could make her forget all the pains and make her forgive me. I wish I could go back and fix all of it.” His voice cracked, thick with grief. 

“Maybe you can.” James said quietly. 

Aiden lifted his head, eyes hollow but searching. 

“Start with what you can fix,” James continued. “Find who set the fire. Protect her now. Maybe it will lead us to whoever tried to kill her years ago, the one behind all this. If you want a chance at forgiveness… prove it.” 

Aiden stared at him, his wolf restless, his chest burning with determination. James was right. If he couldn’t undo the past, maybe he could fight for her now and fix his mistakes. 

And maybe…just maybe…that would be enough.