His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 106

NATHAN

FLOWER

The air is thick with silence. No one has approached us, and yet I feel the weight of their stares, invisible but potent. Eyes track us as we move, and the tension crackles in the air like a brewing storm. I sense power here—roaming, restless. It swirls around us, brushing against my skin like a warning. We’re in the right place. I’m sure of it. So why hasn’t anyone come to meet us?

“I think this is as far as I go,” Alex groans as he drops Saul to the ground. He wipes sweat from his brow, eyes scanning the eerie stillness around us. “They’re hiding,” he mutters, looking toward the shadowed buildings.

“And I wonder why,” I reply, glancing around. The place feels abandoned, but there’s life here. I can feel it. We move down the empty street, the houses still, yet alive with untold secrets.

Alex kicks a rusted bicycle, the clatter echoing off the walls. “Think they want us to get to a certain point before they show themselves?” he asks.

“I don’t know. But something’s off.” I pause, eyes narrowing. The sensation tugs at me again—a pull in my chest, a whisper that tells me she’s close. My flower. She’s here. Somewhere.

I drop to a squat, my hands pressed to the dirt as I grit my teeth. “Goddess, help me,” I murmur. “What do I do next?”

The prayer barely leaves my lips before the air shifts. The quiet thickens into something palpable, like the calm before a storm. A cold gust brushes my neck, and my body goes rigid. “Alex?” I reach for him through the link.

“I feel it too. On my way.” His voice crackles with urgency.

The world jolts. A fist appears from thin air and slams into my jaw with the force of a sledgehammer. I crash to the ground, blood splattering from my mouth. Declan howls in my head, our shared pain burning like molten fire across my face.

Before I can rise, the air hums with raw energy. A figure steps out of nothing, as if materializing from the very fabric of the wind. He stands tall—too tall—his shadow swallowing the street. Silver-blue eyes flash like lightning beneath his heavy brow. His presence is elemental, terrifying. Power ripples off him in waves, the air bending to his will. His thick chest rises and falls as he looms over me, his brown hair whipping in the wind like a banner of war.

I blink through the pain, and recognition hits me like a second punch. Jessica. He looks like her.

“Who are you?” His voice rumbles, deep as thunder, vibrating through my bones. The earth itself seems to tremble under the weight of it. “What are you doing in my pack?”

Before I can respond, more figures step out from behind him, emerging like wraiths from the shadows. Their eyes glow with the same unsettling light. One of them—young, but with the same commanding presence—steps forward. His eyes, sharp and stormy, are fixed on me with barely controlled fury.

“Answer the king!” the younger man snarls, his wolf’s voice thick with the authority of an alpha. I realize Tthis must be Jessica’s brother.

I force myself to my feet, pain rippling through my body, but I bow deeply. “My name is Alpha Nathan Hunt of the Thunderstorm Pack,” I say, my voice hoarse. “My king.” I lower my head further. There’s no room for pride here. “Forgive us. We met no one on the way.”

“You are trespassing,” Malachai—the Alpha King—growls, his voice like a storm breaking the sky. “I should have you and your Beta executed where you stand.”

“We came for a reason,” I say, mustering the strength to meet his gaze. “I am here for my mate. For Jessica.”

Malachai’s silver eyes darken like storm clouds before a tornado. Midriel’s gaze sharpens, and the two share a glance before the younger man steps forward, voice filled with cold contempt. “There’s no one by that name here.”

My heart stutters in my chest. “She also bears the name Amerie.”

The response is immediate. Malachai’s roar shakes the ground beneath my feet. Faster than I can react, his massive hand wraps around my throat, lifting me off the ground like I weigh nothing. His grip is iron—impossible to break. Pain flares in my neck as I claw at his hand, but it’s like scratching at stone.

“You will not speak my daughter’s name with the same filthy mouth you used to betray her!” he snarls, his voice a deafening roar in my ears. His eyes blaze with fury, a silver storm ready to consume me whole.

“I…didn’t…” I rasp, struggling to breathe. “I didn’t know…she wasn’t…”

“Lies!” Malachai’s voice cracks like thunder, and he hurls me through the air. I crash into the stone wall of a nearby building, agony splintering through my body. Declan howls in my mind, doing his best to heal us, but the pain is overwhelming.

I force myself to stand, trembling but resolute. I meet their eyes with the defiance that burns in my chest. “I won’t leave without seeing her,” I growl, blood dripping from my mouth.

“You will leave,” Midriel snaps, stepping forward, sparks of power dancing between his fingertips. “She doesn’t want to see you. She has moved on.”

The words slice through me like a blade. I stagger for a moment, my heart stopping.

“She’s met someone else. He will take care of her. She doesn’t need you.”

“I am her mate,” I snarl. “She can’t choose another.”

“She already has,” Midriel sneers, his fists glowing with energy. “Now leave, before I make you.”

“I won’t leave until she tells me to my face,” I grit out, my fists clenching, my body trembling with both exhaustion and fury.

He smirks. “Your funeral.” vanishing in a flash, only to reappear behind me, driving a blast of energy into my back.

Pain explodes through me, and I stagger forward, barely able to stand.

The fight is brutal, and Declan’s strength is slipping away. Each punch feels like a hammer blow, each kick another piece of my body breaking. But I refuse to fall. I will not leave without her.

Suddenly, he stops, his hands crackling with deadly power, ready to end it.

But then—the scent. Her scent.

“Nathan?” Her voice slices through the storm of pain, soft as a prayer.

I turn, my heart seizing in my chest. There she is.

My flower.

Jessica, her eyes wide with shock and horror as she takes in the sight of me, battered and broken. Her lips tremble as she rushes toward me.

“Stop!” she screams, just as a blast of energy sears through my side. I collapse, gasping, the smell of my own burning flesh filling the air.

“Nathan!” She falls to her knees beside me, her trembling hands cupping my face. Her touch, even through my agony, sends familiar sparks racing over my skin—the bond, still alive, still there, despite everything. I can see the tears welling in her blue eyes, the same ones that I’ve dreamed of every night since she left.

"Look at me," she pleads, her voice breaking, her fingers shaking as they brush the blood and dirt from my skin. "Stay with me, Nathan, please."

The pain is much, unable to remain on my knees any longer, I collapse to my side.

“Nathan!” her tears fall onto my face, hot and desperate, mixing with the blood on my cheeks, as she props me on her legs.

I struggle to keep my eyes open. Fighting this pain—fighting for her. Declan is gone, his strength drained, leaving me alone in my battered human form. But I can still feel the mate bond pulsing between us, tugging at my soul, keeping me grounded in this moment.

"I didn’t... I didn’t know," I rasp, my voice barely more than a whisper. "She wasn’t you... Amerie, I didn’t—"

"Shh, it’s okay," she sobs, her fingers trailing down my face, her thumb brushing over my swollen lips. "I don’t care about that, Nathan. I don’t care about any of it. Just stay with me, please... don’t leave me." Her voice cracks, her entire body trembling with the weight of her emotions.

Through the haze of pain, I hear her brother’s mocking voice. "You’re wasting your tears, Amerie. He’s nothing but a traitor. Let him die, sister."

Amerie’s head snaps toward her brother, a fierce, defiant growl ripping from her throat. "You will not touch him again!" The command in her voice is so sharp, so filled with power, that it startles me—startles even him, who falters for a moment, his eyes widening.

The king steps forward, his towering frame casting a shadow over both of us, his silver-blue eyes blazing with rage. "He betrayed you, Amerie," he growls. "He does not deserve your mercy. Step aside," he rumbles, his voice thunderous, an alpha king who could command armies with a single word. "He has brought nothing but pain to you."

"No." Amerie’s voice is soft, but firm. Her hands tightening around me, her fingers grazing my skin as if to remind me—remind us—that our bond is real. "He’s my mate. You can’t kill him."

A relieved smile graces my lips. She still wants me. She still believes in our bond. I am contented with this even if this is my last time of seeing her. At least, I died in her arms, knowing she wants me.

“Amerie,” I whisper, reaching for her face, smiling when her blue eyes meet mine. Though sad and in pain, she tries to smile.

“Please, don’t leave me,” her trembling lips break out into a loud sob.

“I love you,” My last words as I feel her soft skin beneath my palms. Just before everything goes dark around me.