His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 107

AMERIE

HELP ME!

“Nathan!” I scream, my voice breaking as my hands frantically press against his chest. His fingers slip from mine, falling limp at his sides, and I feel the warmth of his body fading beneath my touch.

“Please, Nathan, wake up,” I sob, my fingers trembling as I brush them over his face, desperate to see his eyes open again. But his breathing has already slowed—his chest barely rising, his heart a distant echo. No. This can’t be happening. Not him. Not like this.

“He won’t last long. Let him go,” Midriel’s voice cuts through my panic, cold and unyielding.

I whirl around, my tears blurring my vision, but I can still see the cold resolve on my brother’s face, the Shakuna aura rippling around him. How can he be so calm? So cruel?

“Help me!” I scream again, my voice raw as I look to my father, to Iddy—anyone—please. “Help me take him to the hospital. Please...” My words break into sobs, shaking my entire body as Nathan’s life slips away in my arms.

My father’s eyes are hard, his face carved from stone. The Shakuna in him hums like an ancient beast, and it chills me. “He’s not your mate, Amerie. He’s beneath you. Put him down and let the men throw him out of the pack.”

“I will leave with him!” The words tear from my throat before I can stop them. My entire body feels like it’s trembling, but I stand my ground, clutching Nathan tighter against me. I’ll leave everything behind.

“Amerie!” Midriel growls, his voice low and dangerous. “We are your family.”

“No.” I shake my head violently. “He is the first family I knew. He saved me!” My voice cracks, each word a plea. I can still feel Nathan’s blood staining my clothes, his scent mingling with the metallic tang of death.

My father steps closer, towering over me, his presence suffocating. “You will let him go now, Amerie. That’s an order.”

His voice sends a jolt of fear through me. My heart races, and a voice inside me, primal and fierce, roars in protest. No. I won’t let him take Nathan from me.

Without thinking, I summon my power, feeling it rise like a storm inside me. An invisible shield ripples to life between us, pulsing with my defiance. My father’s steps falter as his energy slams against it, a sharp crack of power filling the air. His eyes narrow, a mixture of shock and anger flickering behind them.

“Drop the shield now!” he commands, his voice shaking with fury. “You are the princess of this pack, Amerie. You will obey me.”

My breath is coming in ragged gasps, my heart a drumbeat in my ears. I meet his gaze, tears streaking down my face. I can’t. I can’t lose Nathan. Not like this. “Then I reject the crown. I will leave with him, and you will never see me again.”

My father’s growl deepens, a monstrous sound that reverberates through the air. His Shakuna smashes against my shield again, and I feel the cracks forming—tiny fractures spreading through the invisible barrier. My body shakes with the effort of holding him back. He’s too strong.

“Amerie!” he roars, his powers threatening to overwhelm mine. “You will not disobey me!”

“And you will not take my mate from me!” I scream back, my voice hoarse with the pain of this impossible choice. I have to protect Nathan. I have to.

Glancing down at Nathan’s pale face, I know time is slipping through my fingers. His blood is soaking my clothes, and the gaping wound in his side refuses to heal. I’ve tried—goddess knows I’ve tried—but my powers aren’t enough. I can’t let him die here.

Midriel’s voice cuts through my frantic thoughts, softer this time. “He won’t last long, Amerie. Just let him go.”

I look at him, anger flaring through me like wildfire. “If he dies,” I whisper, my voice deadly, “I will never call you brother again.”

His face tightens, guilt flashing in his eyes before he looks away, his fists clenched.

“Stop fighting me, pumpkin,” my father’s voice slithers through the link, filled with cold command. “You can’t win this.”

“At least I’ll win my mate back,” I growl, and with a final glance at him, I make my decision.

In the blink of an eye, I teleport Nathan and myself away, reappearing in a quiet corridor of the pack’s hospital.

“Somebody help me!” I scream, my voice echoing off the sterile walls as I struggle to hold Nathan’s limp body.

A door swings open to my left, and an elderly doctor rushes out, his eyes widening in shock. “Princess Amerie?” he gasps. “What...who...?” he looks from me to Nathan’s limp body in my arms.

“He’s dying! Please help him!” My voice cracks, the weight of everything crashing down on me.

The doctor doesn’t waste a second. He grabs the phone on the wall, shouting into the receiver. “Emergency! We need a team in the eleventh corridor now! It’s the princess!”

As he slams the phone down, more footsteps pound down the hallway. A gurney appears, and hands lift Nathan from my arms.

I don’t let go—I can’t let go—but one of the nurses gently pulls me back. “Princess, you have to let us take him. He needs urgent care.”

“No...” I whisper, clutching his hand, as if holding on will keep him alive. I can’t lose him. Not now.

The elderly doctor places a hand on mine, his grey eyes soft with understanding. “Princess, we’ll do everything we can. But you need to let go. Let us help him.”

My breath shudders as I nod, my fingers reluctantly releasing Nathan’s. His hand falls limp on the gurney as they rush him toward the operating room.

Please, goddess. Please don’t take him from me.

“I’ll stay at the door,” I insist, following them. I have to be near him. He can’t be alone.

The doctor hesitates but then nods. “Okay, Princess. Stay as close as you need.”

They wheel Nathan into the operating room, and I stand at the door, watching his pale, still form disappear behind the swinging doors. As soon as they close, I fall to my knees, my body shaking with silent sobs.

Don’t let him die. Don’t let him die.

A nurse approaches me with a set of fresh clothes, her voice soft. “Princess, you need to change out of those bloody clothes.”

“No.” I shake my head. “Not yet.” I can still smell him... I can’t lose him.

The nurse bows her head and quietly steps away, leaving me alone in the hallway.

I won’t let them take him from me. My father, Midriel—they’ll come for us. I know they will. But I won’t let them.

Closing my eyes, I reach out with my mind, summoning my power.

Protect mate. The voice inside me, deep and ancient, echoes my thoughts. I extend my energy, creating a shield around the place, locking everyone out.

No one—no one—will get through.

I press my trembling hands against the cold floor, focusing all of my energy into the shield. I won’t lose him. I won’t.

“We won’t,” the voice inside me growls.