My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193

It was late, almost midnight when Damien finally returned to the hospital. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale from the strain. He’d spent hours searching for Amelia, combing through every corner of Red Moon Pack, but she was nowhere to be found.

The engine hummed low, the silence between his breaths heavy and anxious. His eyes flicked to the backseat where Arthur’s small reflection rested in the window glass-his chest rising and falling peacefully. The boy was fast asleep, his face soft, innocent, unaware of the storm that had swallowed the adults around him.

Damien exhaled slowly, guilt threading through his chest like thorns. He had picked Arthur up from school on his way back. promising himself he’d find Amelia before dawn. But now, as fatigue and dread settled deep inside him, he felt that promise slipping away.

Just as he climbed out of the car, headlights flared in the distance. A black car rolled into the hospital parking lot. James stepped out.

Damien straightened immediately, his heart lurching with hope that maybe…just maybe…James had found her.

“Did you find her?” Damien asked, voice sharp with tension.

James shook his head. “No.”

Damien’s stomach sank. “And Aiden?”

“I don’t know either,” James replied, pulling his phone from his pocket. “I’ve been trying to reach him, but his number isn’t connecting. I’m sure if he’d found her, he would’ve brought her here.”

Damien’s jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing. He didn’t believe that. “What if he did find her,” he said, his tone low, dangerous, “and chose not to bring her back?”

James hesitated. “Aiden wouldn’t do that.” But the doubt in his voice betrayed him. He looked away quickly, dialing again. The line was still dead. He sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his neck.

Damien stared at him, suspicion darkening his eyes. “You expect me to trust that?”

“Damien, you have to trust us,” James said, voice tired.

Damien gave a short, bitter laugh. “You-I might trust a little. Bu Aiden? Never.”

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked back into the hospital, his boots echoing against the tiles.

James lingered for a moment, watching him go. The truth was, en he didn’t fully trust Aiden when it came to Amelia. The man had always been unpredictable…especially where she was concerned. The thought made his stomach twist.

He followed Damien inside.

Inside the ward, the dim lights painted the room in shades of exaustion. Beta Greg and Gloria sat waiting. The moment Damien entered, they stood up abruptly, eyes darting toward the door behind him… hoping to see Amelia step through it.

But when James walked in instead, disappointment washed over Greg’s face like a tide.

“Where’s Amelia? Where is my daughter?” he demanded, his vole rough with desperation.

Damien froze. The words lodged in his throat. How could he tell him they hadn’t found her?

Before he could answer, James spoke. “Beta Greg, Anelia is fine, he said smoothly. “She just needed some space. She said she’d come home in the morning.”

Damien turned sharply to him, his glare cutting like a blade. Why the hell would he lie?

Greg’s hands trembled slightly. “Can you call her then? I just… I just want to hear her voice.”

“She doesn’t want to be disturbed right now,” James said, forcing calm he didn’t feel. “You know how Amelia can be… stubborn sometimes.”

Greg’s shoulders sagged. He sighed, pain softening his features.

“You should go with Damien,” James continued. “He’s prepared a new apartment for you and Gloria. It’ll be safer there until Amelia returns in the morning.”

Damien’s head snapped toward him again, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “What are you doing?” he muttered under his breath, his fists tightening at his sides.

“We’ll stay here and wait for her,” Beta Greg insisted, voice trembling with emotion.

“You can’t,” Damien said quickly, stepping forward. “You both need rest-and I can’t leave you here, not with Arthur in the car. He’s exhausted. Please, come with me.”

“The apartment’s inside,” Damien said, pulling into a smaller compound nearby. He switched off the engine and stepped out.

Greg followed, his jaw tightening as the familiar scent of the place hit him…earth, pine, and the faint trace of memories he wanted buried. Gloria stepped out beside him, her expression uncertain.

Greg strode toward Damien, fury and disbelief flaring inside him. “Why the hell are we staying here close to the pack house?” he demanded, his voice trembling from the effort of control. “This is the pack house estate!”

“This was the only place with enough space for you to stay,” Damien said quietly. “And-”

He stopped abruptly when a small, sleepy voice piped up behind him.

“Mommy?”

Arthur rubbed his eyes, blinking against the light. His little voice cracked with confusion.

Damien turned quickly and went to the car, scooping the boy into his arms. “Hey, buddy,” he murmured.

“Where’s Mommy?” Arthur mumbled, his head lolling against Damien’s shoulder.

Damien’s throat tightened. His gaze met Greg’s over the boy’s head… Greg’s anger had melted away at the sight of the child. The hard lines in his face softened, sorrow replacing rage.

“She’s still at work,” Damien said gently. “She’ll be back soon.”

Arthur nodded drowsily, his lashes fluttering shut again. Within seconds, he was asleep once more, small fingers gripping Damien’s shirt.

Damien sighed, adjusting him on his shoulder, and walked toward the house.

Behind him, Beta Greg and Gloria lingered outside, silent and unmoving. Their eyes followed Damien’s retreating figure…. him disappearing through the doorway, the child safe in his arms…

Greg clenched his fist! There was no way he would live here.