From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

He’s lying, Hati growled. This is an act.

I wasn’t so sure. The raw emotion in Nathan’s voice seemed real. Or

he was an excellent actor.

“And what about your attacks on Julia’s guest?” I asked. “Daniel?”

Nathan hung his head. “When I saw Julia with that hewolf–Daniel- something snapped inside me. The bond… even though I’d rejected it, it was still there, torturing me. I lost control.”

He looked up again, his eyes pleading. “I’m not justifying what I did. It was unforgivable. I just want you to understand.”

“And James? My Beta?” I pressed.

“Another terrible mistake,” Nathan whispered. “I was desperate to find

Julia. When your Beta tried to stop me… my wolf took over.”

I studied him carefully. Everything about his posture screamed submission and regret. But something felt off.

“What do you want, Nathan?” I finally asked.

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“A second chance,” he replied without hesitation. “The chance to

make things right with Julia. To apologize for years of cruelty. To see

if there’s any possibility of healing what I broke.”

Don’t listen to him, Hati warned. Remember how Rachel died. Remember

what it felt like to lose her.

The pain of that memory hit me like a physical blow. Losing Rachel had nearly destroyed me. The mate bond, once severed, left a wound

that never truly healed.

And yet… wasn’t that precisely why I couldn’t simply dismiss Nathan’s request? I knew the agony of losing a mate. Could I, in good conscience, prevent someone from attempting to repair a bond that

still existed?

“Julia doesn’t want to see you,” I said firmly. “She’s made that very

clear.”

“I understand,” Nathan nodded. “But shouldn’t that be her choice? After everything I’ve done, don’t I at least owe her the opportunity to hear my apology in person? To reject me to my face if that’s what she

wants?”

I hated to admit it, but he had a point. Who was I to make this

decision for Julia?

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He attacked us! Hati snarled. He nearly killed James. He threatened our

territory. Our people.

“How do I know this isn’t just another trap?” I asked aloud. “That you

won’t try to take her by force?”

Nathan’s expression changed, becoming resolute. “I’ll prove my

sincerity,” he said. He turned to James. “You carry wolfsbane tincture, don’t you? Standard security protocol?”

James nodded cautiously.

“Give it to me,” Nathan said. “I’ll drink it.”

My eyes widened slightly. Wolfsbane tincture wouldn’t kill a werewolf, but it would severely weaken one, suppressing our ability to shift for at least 12 hours. It was painful, debilitating–no wolf would voluntarily drink it unless they were truly desperate.

James looked at me questioningly. I nodded once, and he produced a small vial of dark liquid from his pocket.

Nathan took it with bound hands, removed the stopper, and without hesitation, drank the entire contents. Almost immediately, he doubled over, a strangled groan escaping his lips as the wolfsbane took effect. His face contorted in pain, sweat breaking out on his

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forehead.

“That’s… my proof,” he gasped when the worst of the initial reaction

had passed. “I can’t shift. Can’t fight. I’m at your mercy.”

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