Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435

‘Really?” Shawn looked stunned.

“Really,” my mother confirmed. “Consider yourself officially adopted into this chaotic family. Welcome to the Blackwoods, Shawn Blackwood, ehn Xena would kill me but she will have to wait till I meet her on the other side. We’re all slightly insane,

but we take care of our own.”

Shawn’s expression crumpled, and he started crying-deep, gulping sobs that suggested he’d been holding in emotion for

months.

Carol pulled him into a hug, letting him cry on her shoulder while she murmured comfort.

My father was watching all of this with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Pride, maybe. Or relief. Or possibly just

exhaustion.

“Samuel,” my mother said gently. “You’re allowed to fall apart now. I’m awake. I’m stable. You can stop pretending to be

strong.”

“I’m not pretending,” he said, but his voice cracked on the last word.

“You’re absolutely pretending,” my mother countered. “You’re pretending your back doesn’t hurt. Pretending you’re not

terrified. Pretending you didn’t think you were going to watch me die. So stop pretending and just feel what you’re feeling.”

My father looked at her for a long moment, then buried his face in Ollie’s hair and sobbed.

Deep, wrenching sobs that shook his whole body. The kind of crying that came from fear released, from tension finally

breaking, from the overwhelming relief of not having to be strong anymore.

Ollie held his grandfather, patting his back and making soothing sounds. And my mother watched, her own eyes filling

with tears.

“That’s better,” she said softly. “Let it out.”

I turned away, giving them privacy, and found Lumina waiting for me. She pulled me into a tight embrace, and I let myself

lean into her strength.

“They’re going to be okay,” she whispered.

“I know,” I said. “But it was close. Too close.”

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Chapter 435

“But they made it,” Lumina insisted. “They’re both here, both alive, both being their impossible selves. That’s what

matters.”

She was right. They’d survived. Against terrible odds, through circumstances that should have killed them multiple times,

my parents had survived.

And more than that-they’d brought home intelligence that could help us dismantle Jerome’s coalition. They’d exposed the

larger conspiracy. They’d proven that even at seventy and sixty-eight, they were still forces to be reckoned with.

“We need to debrief,” I said reluctantly. “Go through those documents they stole, figure out what Jerome was planning,

coordinate response strategies.”

“Later, Lumina said firmly. “Right now, we’re going to let your father cry, let your mother rest, and let everyone process

what just happened. The documents can wait a few hours.”

“But-

“Xenois,” she interrupted, using the tone that meant she wasn’t negotiating. “You just fought your way through a

nightwalker nest, rescued your parents, survived your children disobeying orders to save your life, and watched your mother

nearly die from internal bleeding. You’re allowed to take a moment before shifting into alpha mode. The world will not end if

you take care of your family first.”

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