His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 75

SASHA

I CAN HELP YOU



This year’s Ball is officially the worst. Not only did I come alone, but the man I’ve been pining for arrives with another woman. A woman who stole the show—my show!

I should be the one standing beside Nathan, our names announced together. I should be the one in that amazing dress she’s wearing. I hate to admit it, but the dress is perfect—luxury and elegance in every stitch. I won’t be petty. But what gnaws at me the most is that she looks a million times better than I do. From her hair to her toes, she’s like something the goddess herself crafted out of her own body, with every feature perfectly placed.

The moment I saw them together, my envy skyrocketed, and I couldn’t hide it from my face—or my aura. It took a warning growl and a stern summons from the host of the Ball to calm both my wolf and myself.

But how do I make Nathan Hunt mine? How do I erase the memory of that thing from his mind? Though she’s perfect and beautiful, I want her gone. I want her away from him. He’s mine, and I won’t let anyone take him from me.

Watching them on the dance floor, so playful and close, infuriates me even more. My claws elongate, itching to s***h and disfigure her face. She hasn’t shifted yet, so any mark would stay—a permanent reminder of what she took from me. Maybe that would make Nathan repulsed by her. But deep down, I know it wouldn’t. He’s her mate, and he’s already in love with her.

I see how he looks at her. Why can’t he look at me like that? I’m beautiful in my own way, and I’m still young. I should be the one in his arms.

“They look good together,” someone comments beside me, gesturing toward the dancing couple. I whip my head around, glaring daggers at the poor fool before stomping away.

I brush past a few people as I leave the hall, desperate for some air and privacy. The balcony is blessedly empty when I get there, the cool night air doing little to calm the storm inside me.

“You hate her,” a female voice says from the shadows, making me startle. I hadn’t realized someone else was here. My senses must have been too overwhelmed with thoughts of Nathan and that woman.

“Who are you?” I ask, trying to make out the figure standing in the corner.

“Not important,” she replies, her voice calm and composed. “But I can help you separate them forever.”

My heart skips a beat, pounding loud enough to echo in my ears. “How?”

The figure steps forward slightly, her face still obscured, though I can now see she’s wearing a mask. “That’s not for you to know. Do you want my help or not?”

“What do you want in return?” I ask, suspicious. No one does favors for free—I know that better than anyone. If she’s offering to help me, there’s something in it for her.

“It’s personal, and I don’t intend to share,” she says, her tone dismissive, as if my question doesn’t matter.

I mull it over, my mind racing. If she wants to help me get Nathan, who am I to question her methods? As long as I have the man of my dreams, I don’t care what her reasons are.

Yet, I feel I should. What if Nathan gets hurt in the process? What’s my gain if he ends up being hurt?

“You’re not going to hurt him, are you?” I ask, needing to be sure.

“No,” she replies, and there’s something in her voice—an undercurrent of truth—that makes me believe her.

“Fine. What do you need me to do?” It’s now or never.

“The man of your dreams is speaking with an elder. As soon as you leave this balcony, go to him.”

“He won’t talk to me,” I protest, the bitterness rising in my throat.

“He will,” she insists, stepping closer. She opens her palm, revealing a small, shimmering powder that she blows into my face.

I feel a sudden buzz in my head, a lightness that makes me stagger backward, blinking rapidly as I try to clear my vision. I sneeze loudly, the sensation strange but not entirely unpleasant.

“He’s done. Now go!” she commands, her voice sharp and urgent.

My mind is still reeling from the encounter, but her words propel me forward. Without another thought, I turn and head back inside, the memory of Nathan’s face driving me forward.