Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Emily’s POV

“If Declan takes my powers, Nathan, please kill me before…”

Nathan sat upright. Fast. “No.

“But listen-”

“No.” His voice sharpened, all the sleepiness gone. Absolutely fucking not.”

I pushed myself up too, pulling the blanket around me. “Nathan, if my power could make him stronger like Silas

“I said no!”

The Alpha command cracked through the room, heavy and dominant.

Nyx growled inside me, and my own power flickered dangerously beneath my skin. Nathan realized what he’d lone, but he was too angry to back down.

“You are not dying in this war,” he snapped, his eyes flashing in the dark. “Do you understand me?”

“You can’t promise that!”

“And you don’t get to ask me to murder the woman I love!

The words hung in the air, raw and bleeding. Nathan dragged a hand through his hair before suddenly climbing

out of bed.

“…I can’t do this right now.”

I stared at him in shock. “…Where are you going?”

“Away from you.” He grabbed a blanket from the chair nearby.

“Nathan, stop. This is your room.”

“Exactly.” He threw the blanket over his shoulder. “Which means I’m leaving it.”

‘Nathan-”

“I’m furious with you right now.” He pointed toward me, his finger shaking slightly. “So I’m going to sleep lownstairs before I say something cruel.”

He turned and walked out. The bedroom door slammed behind him.

I flinched. Guilt twisted deep inside me, heavy and cold.

The sound of the slam echoed in my ears, leaving a terrible, ringing emptiness behind. I crawled back to the

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Panic started to creep in, making my heart race. I ruined it. The thought kept repeating in my head.

He had just told me he loved me, he had just given me everything I ever dreamed of, and I pushed him away. Tears finally spilled over my cheeks, hot and bitter. I wanted to run downstairs, throw my arms around his neck,

nd take my words back. I wanted to tell him I was sorry.

But I couldn’t. Because I knew, deep down, that if Declan caught me, I would still want to die rather than become weapon against Nathan.

I spent the rest of the night staring at the dark ceiling, listening to the quiet house, waiting for the door to open. But Nathan didn’t come back up. By the time my eyes grew heavy, the dark was already turning into a faint, pale

ray.

When morning finally came, sunlight barely touched the windows when I quietly slipped out of bed.

I padded downstairs and found Nathan asleep on the couch. One of his large, muscular arms hung off the edge, is massive frame completely overtaking the small cushions. Even in sleep, his jaw was set, and a hard, stubborn

ine remained between his brows.

A heavy guilt settled deep in my bones as I watched the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words catching in my throat.

Then, I left the house before his mate bond could wake him up. The morning air was sharp and cool against my kin. It felt peaceful, a cruel contrast to the dark plan forming in my mind.

I walked over to Marcus’s place and knocked. When he opened the door, he looked completely wrecked. His dark air was a wild mess, and there was a fresh, telltale bite mark on his neck.

“Emily?” He blinked sleepily, rubbing his face. “Do you know how early it is?”

“I need a favor.”

Marcus sharpened up instantly, his eyes narrowing. “That sentence never ends well with you.” Behind him, I could ear Poppy moving around upstairs. Good. She wasn’t down here yet.

“I need your promise first,” I said, stepping closer.

Marcus leaned against the doorframe. “Why do I feel like I’m about to become an accessory to a crime?”

“Because you are.”

“Great. Fantastic.” He rolled his eyes but stepped aside anyway, letting me inside.

We sat in his kitchen while the pale dawn light filled the room. Marcus drank his coffee black, while I just stared

it my untouched tea. I forced myself to look up and lock eyes with him.

“If Declan ever takes me again…” My voice was flat, empty of fear. “You have to kill me. You can’t let him keep

ne alive.”

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Marcus froze, his coffee cup halfway to his mouth. The lazy, playful look completely vanished from his face.

“Emily, stop talking.”

“I’m serious, Marcus. If Declan gets his hands on my power, he will use it to destroy our entire pack. He’ll become an unstoppable monster I can’t let my gift be the reason everyone dies. Death is better than letting him win.”

Marcus stared at me as if I had completely lost my mind. He leaned back slowly, dragging both hands down his

ace.

“Nathan will literally rip my spine out through my throat if I even look at you wrong,” Marcus muttered, his voice ough and deadly serious. “And your brilliant backup plan is asking me to end the life of the Alpha King’s mate?”

Despite the terror in my chest, a dry laugh almost escaped my lips.

He let out a long sigh, staring down at his mug. “Let’s just pray it never comes to that.”

Marcus barely finished the sentence before the air in the kitchen completely changed. A familiar scent flooded the

oom–pine, rain, and absolute fury. Every single hair on my arms stood up.

Marcus went rigid, his hand freezing on his coffee mug.

“What the fuck did you just promise her?”

Nathan’s voice tore through the room. I spun around, my chair scraping loudly against the floor.

He stood in the doorway, barefoot, his shirt unbuttoned, breathing heavily as if he had run miles to get here. The

heer force of his presence made the kitchen feel half its size. Rage poured off him in waves, so violent that the

ups on the counter rattled.

But his eyes weren’t on me. They were locked onto Marcus.

“Nathan,” I spoke up, trying to draw his attention.

“You were gone.” He didn’t look at me, his voice dangerously low. “I woke up and couldn’t feel you anywhere.”

Marcus slowly stood up, keeping his hands visible, refusing to back down. “It’s not what you think, Nathan.”

“Oh, really?” Nathan let out a dark, humorless laugh. “Because from where I’m standing, it sounds like my Beta

ust agreed to murder my mate.”

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