Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 299

Nolan’s POV

“Of course I do,” Talia responded.

“Then, let him rest,” Leslie pleaded. Her eyes met mine over Talia’s head, and she gave me the smallest nod. I understood. I put my arm around Talia’s shoulders and turned her gently away from the door.

“Talia. Come on. Let’s go.”

“Nolan, I want to see him.”

“You will see him tomorrow anyways.”

Talia hesitated. Solon said, "Don’t stress, Talia. Leslie and I will watch over him. If he wakes, we’ll tell you."

“You promise?”

“I promise,” Solon said, and Leslie nodded.

Talia let me turn her, but she did not move her feet at first. I waited. After a moment, she took the first step on her own, and I walked her back down the corridor with her weight half against my side.

We ate in our room. Talia said little but ate everything. I felt her anxiety through the mate bond. I turned on the shower for her.

“Nolan, I’m not in the mood,” she said as I helped her out of her clothes.

"Just shower. Take all the time you need," I said, guiding her in.

While she was showering, there was a knock at the door. An omega brought in a cup of tea. “This is from Healer Leslie for Princess Talia.” The omega quickly left.

After her shower, Talia looked better but tired. She drank her tea and lay down facing away. Ten minutes later, she was asleep. I sniffed the cup; something smelled off.

‘A mild sedative,’ my wolf said. ‘It is to help her sleep.’

I lay beside her and watched the ceiling for a while. I didn’t know how tomorrow would turn out, but I had to be optimistic. Sleep finally took me, but it didn't last.

Solon’s voice sliced through the mind-link, sharp and urgent.

‘Nolan. He is awake. Come alone. Do not bring Talia.’

‘On my way,’ I replied, my pulse jumping.

Confused, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. Luckily, Talia was in a sound sleep and didn’t even stir. I dressed in the dim light and left quietly.

Solon waited in the hospital lounge, looking somber. I started to speak, but he walked to Rudolf’s room, opened the door, and closed it behind me.

Rudolf was awake, propped on pillows, tubes in his arm, monitor beeping, but his eyes were clear.

“Nolan. Come here.”

I moved to the bed. He raised his hand slightly; I took it. His grip was weak.

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