My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 199

Chapter 199

Amelia stood near the bathroom door, every muscle in her body taut with unease. She could hear his low growls of pain, the faint clatter of something hitting porcelain, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood seeping beneath the door. Her knuckles brushed against the wood as she knocked again….softer this time but there was no reply.

“Aiden, please,” she whispered, voice trembling. Silence answered.

So she waited.

After what felt like an eternity, the lock clicked. The door creaked open, and Aiden stepped out. His shirt had been replaced with a clean one, though the faint smear of red at his cuff betrayed the wound he was trying to hide. His jaw was set tight, his expression unreadable.

“Aiden…” she called softly, stepping toward him.

He turned, shoulders tense.

“I didn’t know you were injured,” she said, her voice small. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He swallowed hard, their gazes locking…his deep brown eyes meeting the emerald fire in hers. For a moment, the air between them pulsed.

“Why do you care if I’m injured or not, Amelia?” His voice wasn’t harsh, it was heavy, raw, the sound of a man barely holding himself together. “And what difference would it make if I told you? You’d just tell me to stay away… like you always do.”

His words didn’t sting; they cut. His pain was written plainly across his face, the kind even pride couldn’t hide.

“It doesn’t matter if I ask you to stay away or not,” she said after a long breath. “I’m a doctor, Aiden. I can’t watch anyone bleed and do nothing.” Her tone hardened, that natural command slipping back into her voice. “Take off your shirt. Let me see.”

He exhaled slowly. “Whatever pain I feel there-” his voice cracked as he took her hand, guiding it to his chest “—is nothing compared to what I feel here.”

Her breath hitched. His heart hammered beneath her palm, wild and uneven.

“This,” he whispered, his hand still holding hers against his chest “This is what hurts, Amelia. Maybe you could do something about that too.”

She stared down at her hand, at the heat radiating through his skin. When she looked up, his eyes had darkened-consumed by that same fire she had once drowned in.

Her pulse jumped. She snatched her hand back like she’d touched open flame. “Stop talking nonsense, Aiden, Just… let me see where you’re injured.”

But he only looked away. He couldn’t let her see. He wouldn’t let her worry. She had enough to grieve already.

“I’m fine, Amelia,” he said, turning as if to walk away.

But she caught his hand. “Aiden.”

He froze.

When he turned, their eyes locked again-and this time, the fihat lived in his gaze had found its reflection in hers. That pull between them, that dangerous current, sparked to life once more. She didn’t even realize she was still holding his hand until his eyes flickered down to it. She pulled away quickly, heat pounding.

The woman standing before him was everything-strong, stubborn, beautiful, and broken. His Former Luna. His mate. His undoing. The woman who had haunted his every dream since the day he let her go.

He shouldn’t be doing this. Not now. Not when she’d just lost her mother. But gods… the way she looked at him….like he was both her pain and her peace…set fire to every restraint left in him.

He exhaled shakily and slid his hand around her waist, pulling her closer. His face hovered inches from hers, their breaths mingling.

“Aiden, please stop,” she whispered, voice trembling. Her words egged him to stop, but her body didn’t. Her pulse raced, her chest rose and fell against his, her heart thrumming like it might leap straight into his hands.

Her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened against the thin fabric of her shirt, and warmth spread low in her belly. The faint scent of her arousal hit him-and whatever fragile control He had shattered completely.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

And then, without a word, he crushed his lips against hers.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was raw, desperate, hungry…born from pain, anger, and everything they’d been holding back. Her fingers curled into his shirt, pulling him closer even as tears slipped from her eyes.

Because for one fleeting second, the grief, the loss, the anger…all of it disappeared.

There was only him.