My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197

Morning came too quickly.

The faint light of dawn spilled into the room, painting the walls with soft gold. Aiden had already been awake for hours. He’d taken his bath, changed into clean clothes, and even ordered something fresh for Amelia to wear. The faint scent of soap clung to him as he moved quietly around the kitchen.

He wasn’t a chef, but this morning, he cooked like it meant something. Maybe it did.

He plated rice and chicken-her favorite meal, one he’d memorized long ago. He added cupcakes and muffins, remembering the way her eyes always lit up when she saw them It felt almost cruel now, how easily he still remembered everything she loved.

Balancing the tray carefully, he walked back into the room. The morning light brushed across Amelia’s face where she lay curled under the duvet, her breathing soft, lashes still damp from last night’s tears.

He set the tray on the table, then moved closer-close enough to feel the warmth radiating from her. Gently, he brushed a few strands of hair from her face, his fingers lingering for a heartbeat longer than they should. He bent down and pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.

For a moment, a smile touched his lips. She looked so peaceful, so heartbreakingly fragile. It reminded him of the nights he used to watch her sleep, memorizing every breath she took. But he smile faded almost as quickly as it came. He had destroyed that peace with his own hands.

He sighed quietly.

Amelia stirred, her lashes fluttering. Slowly, her eyes opened-and the first thing she saw was him.

Aiden froze. Their faces were so close that he could feel her breath ghost across his lips. Her gaze flickered down to his mouth for a fraction of a second before she swallowed hard and looked away. He straightened instantly, stepping back to give her space.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant, as if afraid the sound might shatter her.

She didn’t answer. Her eyes found everything else in the room except him.

“I made breakfast for you,” he said softly, forcing a smile. “It’s your favorite-rice and chicken.”

He walked over to the table, picked up the tray, and brought it to her bedside.

“I also got you cupcakes and muffins. You used to love those.”

The words felt small in the heavy air between them.

Amelia’s

gaze dropped to the food, her chest tightening. The area was warm and sweet, familiar. But she couldn’t taste anything. Her stomach twisted at the thought of eating when he heart felt this empty.

“I’m not hungry,” she murmured, her voice barely audible. She shed the duvet aside and rose from the bed.

Aiden turned quickly. “But Amelia, you haven’t eaten since last ght. You need to eat, please.”

“I told you I’m not hungry,” she said, sharper this time, and walk toward the door.

He followed her into the living room, his voice a low plea. “But you have to eat.”

She stopped abruptly and turned to him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, her voice trembling but edged with anger.

“Why do you even care if I eat or not?”

Aiden’s jaw tightened. For a moment, he just stood there, chest sing and falling. His throat worked as if the words were fighting to come out. When they did, they were raw and low.

“Because if something happens to you too,” he said hoarsely, “I don’t think I can survive that.”

The confession hung in the air between them.

Amelia’s breath hitched. The words struck her like a force she couldn’t brace for. Her heart stuttered painfully against her ribs, and for a moment, neither of them moved. His gaze burned into hers-haunted, desperate, filled with a love he’d never quite learned to let go of.

Her eyes dropped to the floor, desperate to escape that look before it broke her completely.

But when she lifted her head again, her gaze caught something on the wall-a framed photo.

Aiden’s pulse spiked as she stormed toward the exit. “You can’t just leave, Amelia.”

“Well, I can-and you can’t stop me.”

Her gaze darted toward the driveway, but all she saw was Aiden’s car.

“Where’s my car?” she demanded, her voice rising.

He stayed silent, but he finally answered. “It’s not here…”

“Then give me your keys,” she said, her hand outstretched, trembling slightly.

He hesitated. His throat worked once before he reached into his pocket, pulling the keys out slowly. She reached for them-

-but before her fingers could touch the metal, he lifted his hand just out of reach.

“Aiden, stop this,” she snapped, frustration laced with panic.

She reached again, but this time his hand moved faster. His fingers caught her waist, firm but careful, pulling her closer.

She froze. Her breath hitched as her body collided with his. The air between them turned heavy-electric.

And then, before she could react, he bent and hoisted her over his shoulder.

“Aiden!” she screamed, pounding her fists against his back. “Put me down!”

He didn’t. His grip only tightened, his strides long and steady as he carried her back inside.

The door slammed shut behind them, the sound echoing through the quiet house.