My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her novel Chapter 213

Meanwhile, Cassia had woken up before dawn, her sleep still clinging painfully to her bones. She moved through her morning routine quietly, almost mechanically, pulling her hair into a loose knot and slipping into clean clothes for the hospital. She walked to Arthur’s room, expecting to find him tangled in his blankets.

But the room was empty.

A strange silence filled the space.

Cassia exhaled softly and headed downstairs…and there they all were.

Arthur sat at the dining table fully dressed for school, swinging his legs gently. Damien sat beside him, and Gloria across from them. Her father, Beta Greg, sat at the head of the table, drinking tea.

“Amelia…” Beta Greg said the moment he saw her at the foot of the staircase.

She smiled faintly, walked toward him, and kissed his cheek gently.

“Mommy!” Arthur beamed, grinning sheepishly at her.

Cassia couldn’t help the soft smile that tugged at her lips as she ruffled his hair. She greeted Gloria with a nod before her gaze slid…slowly, reluctantly…to Damien. He smiled at her. She gave him a small, polite smile back and turned toward the kitchen.

She needed coffee. Something warm. Something to hold her together.

The moment she stepped into the kitchen, she heard footsteps behind her.

“Cassia…” Damien’s voice followed her in.

She paused, turning to face him.

“Are you going to the hospital?” he asked, his brows pulling together.

She hummed quietly in response.

“But… why?” he pressed, taking a step closer. “You need to rest. You’ve been through so much these past few days, Cassia, you can’t keep pushing yourself like this…”

She stared at him for a long moment, her throat tightening. Then finally, she found her voice.

“I can’t stay at home,” she said softly. “My mother needs to be buried and…”

Her breath shook slightly. She swallowed hard, fighting to steady her tone.

“…and I still have cures to make. There’s too much to do, Damien. I can’t sit here doing nothing.”

Damien inhaled sharply, shoulders rising and falling.

“I know. I know, Cassia. And I could… I could do it all for you,” he said gently. “You just need to rest. Besides…” He hesitated, voice dropping. “Our wedding is in three days.”

Cassia froze.

Her eyes lifted slowly to his.

She hadn’t known the date was that close. The ground under her seemed to shift, cold and unsteady.

“You look surprised,” Damien said quietly. “You forgot about it.”

She let out a tired exhale. “Damien… my mother just died. And you expect me to keep track of a wedding date?”

“I know,” he whispered. “But this is about us, Cassia. I expected you to remember—”

“Well, I didn’t,” she snapped, her voice cracking, sharp with grief and exhaustion.

The anger surprised even her. It rose from somewhere deep, raw and bleeding.

Damien flinched but said nothing.

Cassia blinked hard, her vision trembling.

“You know what?” she said, her voice low and brittle. “I think it’s best we cancel the wedding. My mother is dead… there’s no need for a wedding anymore.”

Damien’s jaw fell open slightly. Shock bled into his eyes.

“What? Wait—Cassia, what are you saying? You can’t just cancel the wedding like that. I’ve already made plans. I paid for the hall, the cake, everything. We can postpone it. We don’t have to cancel—”

Cassia shut her eyes, her chest aching. She could hear his heartbeat…too fast, too loud…echoing in the small kitchen.

She didn’t want to look at him.

If she did, she would break.

He knew she wasn’t okay.

He understood his mother more than anyone in the world.

Arthur suddenly stood up and walked toward his teacher.

“Hi, teacher… can I borrow your phone to call my grandma?” he asked politely.

The teacher smiled warmly and handed it to him. Arthur whispered a soft thank you, then quickly dialed Seraphina’s number. Thankfully he had memorized her number.

She picked up instantly.

“Grandma?”

Seraphina froze. Her heart jumped into her throat.

“Arthur? Is that you?”

“Yes, Grandma… I’m calling from my teacher’s phone.”

“Oh my God…Arthur, why? Is something wrong? Why didn’t you call from Mommy’s phone? Where is she?” Seraphina asked, panic lacing her voice.

“Mommy’s not here,” he whispered. “She’s… she’s not fine. And I’m scared she might hurt herself. She looks really sad. And she and Uncle Damien keep arguing. Something’s wrong, Grandma. They’re hiding something from me, and it’s hurting Mommy.”

Seraphina blinked twice, her heart thudding painfully.

“Sweetheart… I—”

“You’re the only one who can help her,” Arthur said quietly. “Please come to Red Moon Pack.”

Seraphina pressed a hand to her mouth.

“Of course, sweetheart. I will.”

“Please… don’t tell Mommy I called you.”

TBC