Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35

“Just bring Riley. We’ll handle everything else.”

“Wonderful. And Xenois? Thank you for this. Riley really needs a friend right now.”

“So does Ollie,” I admitted. “I’ll text you our address.”

After hanging up, I stood alone in the kitchen, staring at the remnants of Ollie’s abandoned breakfast. The house felt different now, charged with an tension that seemed to seep into the walls themselves.

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I walked to the window and looked out at our backyard, imagining Riley and Ollie playing together on the swing set I’d installed last

summer.

Maybe this playdate would be exactly what we all needed. Maybe seeing Ollie interact normally with another child would help Lumina

realize that her fears were unfounded and baseless.

Or maybe it would make everything worse.

My phone buzzed with a text message, and I glanced down to see it was from work – something about a contract that needed my

immediate attention.

I almost laughed at the irony. Here I was, one of the most powerful alphas in the city, capable of negotiating multi-million dollar deals and commanding respect from wolves twice my age, and I couldn’t even keep my own family from falling apart.

“Daddy?”

I turned to see Ollie standing at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in jeans and a blue t-shirt, his bandaged hand held carefully against

his chest.

“What’s up, buddy?”

‘Is Mama okay? She seems sad.”

The innocence in his question nearly broke my heart. He was worried about his mother, even though she was the source of so much confusion and fear in his young life.

“Mama’s just tired,” I said, kneeling down to his level. “Adults sometimes have disagreements about things, but that doesn’t mean we

don’t love each other.”

He nodded solemnly, as if this made perfect sense to his six-year-old mind.

“Are you still worried about having a friend over today?”

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Ollie bit his lower lip, a habit he’d developed when he was trying to decide whether to tell the truth or say what he thought I wanted to hear.

“A little bit,” he admitted.

“Can you tell me why?”

He was quiet for so long that I thought he might not answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was so soft I had to strain to hear him.

“Sometimes I have dreams about people getting hurt. And that woman reminds me about someone getting hurt in those kind of

dreams.

Fear shot through my veins as I searched my son’s face for answers. “What kind of dreams, Ollie?”

“Bad ones.In the dreams, the woman hurts the boy, and I can feel it too.”

I stared at my son, trying to process what he was telling me. It sounded like normal nightmares children have when their brains are trying to process something traumatic that happened to them but he spoke like he could feel the pain from the other kid….

No. I wasn’t going to let Lumina’s paranoia get control of my thinking too.

“Dreams can feel very real sometimes,” I said carefully. “But they’re not real, Ollie. They can’t hurt you.”

“But what if they can?”

The question remained unanswered as I found myself unable to answer him, what if he was right. What if there was something that I

could not see yet.

“Tell you what,” I said finally. “Let’s give today a try. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or scared, you just come find me, okay?

I’ll be right here the whole time.”

He nodded, though I could still see the worry in his dark eyes as I sighed,

“And Ollie? If you have any more dreams like that, I want you to tell me about them right away. Promise?”

“Promise.”

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