His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 77

AMERIE/JESSICA

THE BLUE ROOM

When I return to the hall, a wave of unease hits me. All eyes are locked on the dance floor, the room thick with a mix of shock and surprise. My heart quickens, a frown tugging at my lips as I follow their gazes. The icy feeling starts at the back of my head and trickles down my spine, spreading into my limbs as I spot something terribly familiar.

The tall, dark-haired man swaying with a woman in his arms—it’s like a punch to my gut. The way he holds her, the way her blonde hair peeks over his shoulder, it all feels too familiar. My breath hitches, and for a moment, I’m paralyzed, unable to believe what I’m seeing.

He twirls her around, and the world stops. My heart shatters, pieces splintering and scattering through my chest. A sharp pain roots itself deep where my heart once was, and I gasp, clutching at my chest as if I can hold the broken pieces together. But I can’t. They slip through my fingers, leaving me hollow. It feels like something essential is draining from me, leaving me cold and empty.

The couple—it’s Nathan. And Sasha.

My vision blurs with tears as I watch her pull him in for a kiss. A scream rips through me, raw and primal, though it’s trapped in my throat. The scene burns itself into my mind, etching deep lines of betrayal into my memory. This moment—this is the moment that will haunt me forever. The pain, the disbelief, the loss—it’s all too much, and the tears stream down my face, hot and unrelenting.

Is there no one in the world who loves me? The question hangs in the air, heavy and suffocating. It’s not a question I expect an answer to. I already know it. And it breaks me.

I don’t wait for the tears to clear. Gathering the shattered fragments of my heart, I turn and dart through the crowd. The world around me fades as I push forward, leaving behind the happiness I once thought was mine, heading toward a future that’s nothing but a dark, terrifying unknown. Nathan’s men are on my heels, their voices chasing me, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop.

“Luna!” one of them calls, desperation in his voice, but I burst out onto the carpeted runway, where the flashes of cameras blind me. The crowd of reporters close in, their questions a chaotic roar in my ears. I stumble, almost falling, but one of Nathan’s men catches me, his grip firm but gentle.

“Back off!” they snarl at the crowd, their protective instincts flaring. But I can’t stay here. I wriggle out of his grasp and run again, my steps frantic and aimless. I have nowhere to go—no one to turn to. The wind bites at my skin, cold and unforgiving, much like the pain that claws at my chest. My mind is a blur, filled with Nathan’s betrayal, the image of him kissing Sasha playing on a cruel loop.

Just like he kissed me. Just like he promised he’d always love me.

“Luna, please wait!” another man calls, his voice tight with worry. “The Alpha is looking for you!”

But their words mean nothing to me. I can’t go back to him, to them. I need to get away—far away from the memories, the heartbreak, the betrayal. The wind whips around me, howling in sync with my pain, as if the elements themselves are mourning alongside me.

My fingers tingle as my powers surge, a familiar warmth spreading through my hands. They’re catching up to me, closing the distance, but I can’t let them take me back. I flick my fingers, sending out a force field that blasts through them, knocking them back. My emotions spiral out of control, and another wave of energy erupts from me, holding them in place. I see their faces contort with effort as they struggle, their wolves snarling in frustration.

“I’m sorry,” I choke out, my voice trembling. “Please, forgive me.”

They don’t deserve this—they’re just following orders. But I can’t let them bring me back to Nathan, to the man who shattered my heart.

“Luna, let the Alpha explain!” one of them pleads, his voice strained. “Please.”

I shake my head, tears blinding me again. I don’t want to hear his explanations. The pain is too raw, too fresh, cutting through me like a knife. Where can I go now? Where can I possibly find peace after this?

“Jessica!” Nathan’s voice cuts through the chaos, desperate and filled with something I can’t bear to hear. “Let me explain, flower. It’s not what you think!”

My hands tremble at the sound of his voice, and the force field flickers. I almost relax my hold, but then the image of him kissing Sasha flashes in my mind again. I can’t face him. I can’t listen to him. My heart can’t take it. I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing I were anywhere but here.

“Flower…”

I need to be somewhere safe, somewhere this nightmare can’t reach me. I need to be where I’ve always yearned to be—home.

“…I didn’t know…”

The image of the blue room from my vision fills my mind. A place where I’m surrounded by love, by a family that truly cares. A place where I’m not broken.

“…she used something…”

I want to be home. With my real family.

A shiver runs through me, strong and overpowering, as everything around me begins to blur and darken. The last thing I hear is Nathan’s desperate scream, his voice filled with anguish.

“Flower, no!”

But it’s too late. The world fades away, and when I open my eyes, I’m exactly where I wished to be—back in the blue room I saw in my vision.