Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 283

CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED & EIGHTY THREE

Nolan’s POV

“Don’t be so upset, Talia. The potions probably wouldn’t have helped anyway,” Jason told Talia. He smirked down at her, clearly enjoying her anguish. It made my blood boil.

“You bastard! What have you done?” I roared.

Jason looked up and smirked at me. He turned and strode away while Talia was frantically trying to pick up the pieces of the broken potions.

“This is on you, Nolan. If you had trusted Talia, she would have gotten the potions.” Jason called the words over his shoulder as the rogues closed ranks around him. “Now it is gone. The Alpha King’s death

will be on your head.”

I knew what Jason was doing. He was attempting to place doubt in Talia’s mind about me. It wasn’t going to work. Talia knew my heart and she knew that the real culprit in all this was him and his putrid father.

My wolf surged forward, and this time I didn’t try to restrain him. I felt the shift starting, but Solon

stepped directly into my path. His Alpha aura slammed into me as he caught me with both arms. The

force of my momentum drove him back two full steps before he planted himself and held firm.

“Don’t,” Solon warned.

“Get off me, Solon. I am not letting him get away,” I snarled as I flailed against him. My wolf roared inside me, demanding that I rip Jason’s throat out.

“This is what he wants. He wants you to chase him,” Solon advised as his grip tightened. “We don’t know how many rogues he has in waiting. You’re strong, Nolan, but not strong enough to take on dozens of rogues and Jason.”

I stayed rigid in Solon’s grip and forced myself to stop. “Damn it!” I cursed. I knew he was right, but I still wanted to try my luck.

Jason never looked back. He disappeared into the trees with his rogues. Their footsteps faded away.

Then there was only the park, the dark stains on the stone, and Talia’s sobs.

Solon released me and stepped back. I glared at him as I took a calming breath. I turned to look at Talia who was still kneeling in the dirt.

‘Go to our mate,’ my wolf urged. ‘She needs us.’

I raced over to Talia. She hadn’t moved from where she had fallen beside the broken containers. Her hands were pressed flat against the stone where the potion had soaked away. Tears were rolling down her face, but she was no longer sobbing.

I knelt beside her. Aside from the marks around her wrists from where she was bound, she wasn’t hurt. Talia continued to stare at the stain on the rock as if I wasn’t even there.

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