Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 383

NOAH

No one talks about the guilt after an abortion. I never wanted a baby, but when those tests turned out positive, I wasn’t going to get an abortion. We were going to work things out somehow, but when I learned he knocked me up for Danielle? I couldn’t take that. My child was made for someone else, and regardless of what Rowan said, I wouldn’t let my child be born in that mess. We would have been going back and forth over my child, and that was in no way fair.

Danielle coming over to try and convince me she wanted us to try this bond again felt like salt im my wounds. I had to sit there, still losing my child, and I couldn't do anything about it. I couldn't be mad at her either. My decision was made, and I knew I was sticking to it. And today, two days later, I’m at the airport, waiting to board my plane.

I called my brother to let him know I was going back home to stay after all these years, and I told him about Rowan, too, because he wasn't buying that I simply missed them all. I've missed them for years, and not once did I stay home longer than three days. It’s safe to say that Calix now hates Rowan, and my brother holds a grudge harder than I do.

I’m drinking my painkillers when I see Rowan jogging aimlessly, looking every bit lost as he stares at the people around. He freezes when his eyes find me. “Noah,” he lowly whispers, but I hear it still.

“What are you doing here?” I snap when he finally walks up to me.

He is sweating, out of breath, like he walked or ran here. “I couldn't let you go without seeing you.”

“Did Danielle not fill you in?” I frown, “You don’t have to show concern for me. I already went to the abortion clinic, and I took my prescription religiously.” I tell him, averting eye contact.

“It's okay,” he says, his tone sympathetic. It makes me meet his gaze again. He is looking at me like he feels sorry for me. “I don’t care about that, that was your choice to make.”

“Stop,” I swallow, taking a step back. I hate the way he looks at me like he understands, the way I want to hug him right now, despite what he and his mate put me through.

“Are you okay?” He softly asks, concern evident in his eyes.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I swallow. “I mean, this is not my first heartbreak,” I sigh, trying to seem bored and unaffected. “You are nothing special.”

“Noah.”

The lie burns in my throat, of course, he is fucking special to me, but—

“Oh, look,” I nervously laugh, catching sight of Danielle rushing in the same way he did. “She’s looking for you,” I tell him, gesturing in her direction with my mint coffee.

“We came together.” He tells me, barely turning to look at her.

“What?” I pause. They both came here? I thought she gave up after I told her I didn’t hold any bad blood towards her when she visited my house. “What’s going on with you two?”

“What do you want?” I groan, growing frustrated with how soft they are with me. “To prove you’re sorry? Okay, I believe it, I forgive you. And if by chance we meet again, let’s reject each other then, I’d have lived enough to die then.”

“I love you, Noah,” he chokes out. “I will never reject our bond. I’m sorry I even thought about rejecting you to begin with.”

“I suggested it,” Danielle says, her involvement in the matter not making things any better.

I shake my head. “He would not have taken that advice if he didn't want to. Stop covering for him, he is not a child that can be coaxed into things he doesn’t want.”

Rowan nods, “You’re right, I take full responsibility.” He says, his tone remorseful. “I will take whatever punishment you decide, but please don’t walk away from me.” He begs.

“This isn't easy for me either, and showing up here doesn’t make it any easier, it makes it so hard.” I swallow. “Do you think I like walking away from you? I fell for you, Rowan.”

“So don't leave.” Dani says, “You don’t have to walk away, Noah. You’re choosing to, and it’s the wrong decision. If you walk away today, you’ll forever wonder what it is that could have come out of this bond. You’ll regret leaving.”

I pause, trying to process her words, but my attention is stolen away by a familiar voice. “Shut up, asshole.” Someone groans, someone with a voice I know too well. I turn around so fast I almost break my neck.