Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 508

Chapter 508

XENOIS

It wasn’t a question. She could feel it through our bond-the terror I was barely keeping contained beneath the surface.

“I might lose you, I admitted, my forehead pressing against hers. “After everything-after getting you back from that other timeline, after building this family, after finally understanding what matters-I might lose you to some cosmic debt I can’t fight or negotiate with.”

“You might, Lumina agreed softly. Too softly. Like she’d already accepted it as inevitable.

And you want me to just accept that, I said, unable to keep the accusation from my voice. “Want me to nod and smile and pretend it’s fine that some

necromancer is coming to take you away.”

“I want you to make good use of whatever time we have,” Lumina corrected. She pushed away from the wall, guiding me backward until my legs hit the bed. “I want us to live fully in every moment instead of spending it paralyzed by fear of what might happen.”

She straddled my lap as I sat on the edge of the bed, her hands framing my face, forcing me to meet her eyes.

This isn’t goodbye,” she said firmly. “This is us choosing to live instead of just surviving. To love each other completely instead of holding back because

we’re afraid.”

“I am afraid, I admitted. “Terrified. The thought of existing without you- my voice broke. “I’ve already lived through that once in a timeline I barely

remember. I can’t do it again.”

“You can if you have to,” Lumina said. “You’re stronger than you think, Xenois. Strong enough to survive even the worst loss. But we’re not there yet. We

still have time.”

“How much time?” I demanded. “Until Jerome is defeated? That could be weeks, days. And then what? Janice appears and takes you and I’m supposed to just-what? Accept it? Move on? Pretend I’m fine?”

“No, Lumina said quietly. “You’re supposed to grieve. To hurt. To feel the full weight of loss if it comes to that. But you’re also supposed to keep going. For our boys. For the pack. For the future we’ve been building.”

I pulled her closer, burying my face in her neck, breathing in her scent-wildflowers and something uniquely her that I’d never been able to name.

“I don’t want this to be goodbye,’ I whispered against her skin.

“It’s not,” Lumina assured me. “This is us making a promise. That we’ll fight for every moment we have. That we’ll love each other fiercely until the very end. And that if the worst happens-if Janice takes me-you’ll remember this. Remember us. Remember that we had something worth fighting for

She pulled back enough to kiss me again, and this time there was heat in it. Purpose. Not goodbye hut affirmation-we’re alive, we’re together, were

making this moment count.

“We might get out of this alive,’ she said when we broke apart. Both of us. All of us. Janice didn’t say she’d definitely take my life. Just that she’d collect something that mattered. Maybe she hesitated, maybe it’s something else. Something we can survive losing

“Like what?” I asked, desperate for any alternative scenario.

“I don’t know,” Lumina admitted. “My memories of that other timeline? My knowledge of what could have happened? Maybe that’s what she wants-to take back the advantage she gave me.”

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Chapter 508

“Would that kill you?” I asked.

“I don’t think so, Lumina said slowly. “It would be like-like losing a year of memories, maybe. Going back to not knowing what I know now. But I’d still

be alive. Still be here.”

It was thin hope, barely more substantial than wishful thinking. But I grabbed onto it anyway because the alternative-accepting that I might lose her-

was unbearable.

“Then we plan for that,” I said. “We record everything you know. Every detail about that other timeline, every warning you have about what could go wrong. We document it so even if Janice takes your memories, we still have the information.”

“That’s actually smart, Lumina said, surprised. “Strategic. Very alpha of you.”

I have my moments,” I said dryly.

She shifted in my lap, her body pressing more deliberately against mine. “And speaking of using our time wisely-

“Lumina, I started, but she cut me off with another kiss, this one deeper, more demanding.

I’ve had a heart attack, not a vow of celibacy,” she said when she pulled back. “Dr. Harrison said no strenuous activity, but he didn’t specify what counted as strenuous. And I think I can manage- she rolled her hips in a way that made my breath catch, -a moderate level of exertion.”

“The doctor said rest, I protested weakly, even as my hands moved to her hips, holding her against me.

“I’ll rest after, Lumina promised. Right now, I need to feel alive. Need to feel connected to you. Need to know that we’re still us, still together, still fighting for this.”

She wasn’t wrong. After yesterday’s terror, after the vision of that other timeline, after nearly losing her to a heart attack that shouldn’t have been possible-I needed this too. Needed the confirmation that we were alive, together, real.

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