Rebirth of the Broken Luna A Second Chance at Luna's Heart novel Chapter 55

Chapter 55

XENOIS

The next morning came with a gray sky that matched my mood perfectly, because I wasn’t feeling great at all.

I’d barely slept, tossing and turning in our bed all night long while Lumina remained in the guest room and I couldn’t hear anything from that room.

Every time I’d close my eyes and try to rest, I would see flashes of yesterday’s chaos Sophia’s screams, the smell of burning flesh, Lumina’s face that was filled with rage and satisfaction.

I found myself in the kitchen earlier than usual, making coffee monotonously while my mind was going through everything that had happened.

The familiar routine of grinding beans and measuring water should have been soothing to me and calm me down but instead it only reminded me of

where Lumina had attacked Sophia just twenty-four hours ago.

“Daddy?” Ollie’s small voice broke through my thoughts as I raised my head up surprised to see him there. It was barely 7am and he was already up and

I didn’t hear him come in at all.

He stood in the doorway, still in his pajamas, his dark hair sticking up at odd angles, a sign that he just rolled up from bed now.

“Morning, buddy.” I said as I forced a smile on my face to make him comfortable and I was very grateful for the distraction, as I needed one at the

moment. ‘You’re up early.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” He said as he climbed onto one of the breakfast stools, swinging his legs freely underneath the table as he added.

“Bad dreams.”

My heart clenched with pain and a bit of anger at this confession as I got closer to him and said in a softer tone.

“Want to talk about them?”

He shook his head, but I could see the little sleep bags underneath his eyes. Whatever he’d dreamed about, it had shaken him so badly that he didn’t

bother trying to sleep again.

I made a mental note to ask Lumina about it later if we were still speaking to each other.

“How about some pancakes?” I suggested, hoping to brighten his mood, with it.

“The ones with the dinosaur chocolate chips you like?”

His face lit up slightly, hearing this as he nodded his head slowly.

*Can I help?”

‘Of course.”

We worked together in comfortable silence, as Ollie was standing on a chair beside me as he carefully measured ingredients into the mixing bowl.

It felt normal, peaceful even, doing an activity with my son, it feeling like the most natural feeling in the world until Lumina appeared in the doorway.

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She looked exhausted, there were also dark circles under her eyes and her usually perfect hair was hanging scattered across her shoulders.

She’d changed into a simple sweater and jeans, but there was something that looked so defeated in her posture that made my chest beat faster with

guilt.

“Morning,” she said quietly, her eyes not quite meeting mine as she focused on Ollie giving him a bright smile.

“Morning.” I said as I handed her a cup of coffee, our fingers touching briefly as she took it.

For just a moment, I caught a hint of her scent, it was faint but still there. My wolf stirred, confused by the mixed signals we were getting.

“Mama!” Ollie said as he launched himself from his chair into her arms. “We’re making pancakes!”

“I can see that.” She hugged him tightly, and I saw some of the tension leave her shoulders. Whatever was happening between us, Ollie was still her

anchor to everything.

*They smell delicious.” She commented looking at them.

“They are delicious.” I said as I started putting out the breakfast for everyone as Lumina helped me.

We ate breakfast quietly, Lumina and I faking a façade that we weren’t fighting to give Ollie a normal morning.

He chatted about his plans for the day, his upcoming school project, anything but what had happened yesterday. Smart kid between his parents even if he didn’t understand it.

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he could sense the tension

‘Speaking of plans,” I said, wiping syrup from Ollie’s chin gently as he giggled pulling away to eat more pancakes, “we have that dinner at Grandma and Grandpa’s house tonight. Remember?” I said looking at Ollie as I felt Lumina tense up a bit by my side.

Ollie’s face immediately fell, hearing this as he looked down casted. “Do we have to go?”

I frowned at this. Usually he loved visiting my parents and asked when he could see them all the time. They spoiled him shamelessly giving him all he asked for, and he adored the attention.

‘Of course we do. It’s a family dinner. Why wouldn’t you want to go?”

He shrugged, as he became very interested in cutting his pancakes into perfect squares and not looking at anyone as he mumbled underneath his

breath.

‘Just don’t feel like it.”

“Ollie.” I used my gentle but firm fatherly tone as I prodded gently for more information.

“What’s wrong? You love going to see Grandma and Grandpa.”

“I know.” His voice was small. “But…”

“But what, baby?” Lumina leaned forward, her maternal instincts towards our son greater than our marital problems as she wanted to help me in finding out what was wrong. “You can tell us.”

Ollie glanced between us, then back down at his plate. “Nothing. Never mind.”

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I exchanged a look with Lumina. This wasn’t like him. Ollie was usually an open book, and he was always eager to share his thoughts and feelings with

us, sometimes giving us a running commentary. This sudden reluctance from him to open up to us was concerning.

“Buddy, if something’s bothering you about going to Grandma and Grandpa’s house, you need to tell us,” I pressed gently.

“They’re nice to me,” he said carefully, as if choosing his words to not put blame on anyone. “They always give me presents and let me stay up late.”

“That’s good, right?”

“Yeah.” Another pause before he shook his head as he played with his fingers. “But sometimes… sometimes when they think I’m not looking…”

“What, sweetheart?” Lumina’s voice was barely audible even to me.

Ollie looked up at her, his young face serious and squeezed in pain and anger. “Sometimes they look at you funny, Mama. Like they don’t like you very

much.”

The silence that followed was loud as nobody knew what to say. I felt Lumina gasp at my side and I turned to look at her. Lumina’s face went pale, and I felt a surge of anger at my parents. Not because Ollie was wrong he wasn’t but because their feelings had apparently been obvious enough for a five- year-old to notice.

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