The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon (Celine and Bastian) novel Chapter 102

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-“And what did you expect? That I’d spend the rest of eternity hiding in some corner of the human world, freezing just like you? I moved on. Silas. I found two wonderful men who love me, respect me, and value me, unlike you ever did?

He stands frozen for a few seconds before slowly turning around. Every trace of color has drained from his face.

“I’ve apologized to you a million times over the last two hundred years. What more do you want from me?”

Sonia calmly sets her cup down on its saucer and lifts her gaze to meet his. The smile never leaves her lips, but her blue eyes are nothing but blocks of ice.

“I want absolutely nothing from you. Not since the night you broke our sacred mate bond with that woman. An apology doesn’t change what you did. It doesn’t erase the pain I felt that night, or the humiliation of having to welcome into this castle the mistress who came to demand that you take responsibility for her while she was carrying your bastard.”

The words fall one after another without her raising her voice even once. That is precisely what makes them even crueler.

Silas lowers his head. The image of the powerful king vanishes completely, and for a brief moment, all I see is a man consumed by regret.

“She drugged me! I wasn’t aware of what I was doing!”

The desperation in his voice twists even my stomach into knots, but Sonia doesn’t show the slightest hint of compassion.

“And yet you stayed with her until your son was born, didn’t you?”

The silence that follows answers the question before he ever opens his mouth.

Magnus looks at his father with a mixture of disappointment and exhaustion. Then he turns a much gentler gaze toward Sónia before looking back at Silas.

“I can’t undo the past…” he finally admits, his voice breaking.

“No, you can’t. So stop waiting for a forgiveness I’m never going to give you and let me live the life I rebuilt far away from you. I couldn’t care less if my happiness makes you uncomfortable.”

No one in the dining room moves. Not even the servants. The only sound breaking the silence is the faint crackling of the fire in the massive fireplace.

Bastian finally lets out a long sigh and rubs the bridge of his nose in obvious frustration.

“If every time you see each other you’re going to end up having the same argument, I’d appreciate it if you continued this discussion in my study. This dining room isn’t the place to keep reopening wounds from two centuries ago.”

“There’s nothing to discuss.” Sonia picks up her coffee cup again as though the conversation had ended several minutes ago. “It’s your grandfather who keeps chasing a forgiveness that stopped mattering to me a very long time ago.”

Silas remains motionless for a few more moments before leaving the dining room without looking back. The door closes behind him with a sharp slam, and the heavy silence he leaves in his wake seems to spread through the entire room.

A lump forms in my throat, making it impossible to swallow normally.

“I’m sorry you had to hear all that, sweetheart.” Bastian gently squeezes my hand and offers me a tired smile. “I guess no family is perfect.”

I nod slowly and try to take a sip of my coffee, but it’s already completely cold. I set it back on the saucer without tasting it. I’m still trying to process everything I just learned. Silas Thorn broke the sacred mate bond with the woman he loved,

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cheated on her, and had a child with someone else. Two hundred years later, he’s still asking for forgiveness, but there are wounds that neither time nor regret can ever heal.

My gaze eventually settles on the two men standing beside Sonia. Both are still upset by the argument, yet neither stops paying attention to her. One absentmindedly strokes her back while the other keeps her hand clasped between his own, as though that small touch alone were enough to remind her that she is no longer alone.

Sonia suffered. That much is obvious. Yet she also found the strength to get back on her feet and love again. Silas Thorn, or the other hand, is still trapped inside the same mistake he made two hundred years ago, incapable of letting go of a past that eventually became his own sentence.

After Grandfather left the dining room, the silence completely took over the atmosphere. No one mentioned what had happened again. The only sounds breaking the uncomfortable stillness were the soft clinking of silverware against porcelain and the quiet scrape of cups being set back onto their saucers. Even the servants seemed to move more carefully than usual, making every effort not to draw attention to themselves.

Magnus continued eating breakfast as though the argument had never happened. Every now and then, he looked up to exchange a smile with his mother or one of her partners, making it clear that this family dynamic was perfectly normal to him. No one seemed surprised by Sonia’s two mates.

No one except me.

I lowered my gaze to the cup in my hands.

I was a she-wolf from a race considered almost legendary. A race destined, by nature, to find more than one mate if fate so decreed.

A shiver ran down my spine.

Bastian doesn’t know.

Silas does.

And so far, he hasn’t said a single word.

I didn’t know whether his silence was his way of respecting my privacy or if he was simply waiting for the right moment to bring it up. Knowing him, either possibility was equally likely.

I took the last sip of my now lukewarm coffee and set the cup back onto its saucer before slowly rising to my feet. I immediately felt several pairs of eyes turn toward me.

“If you’ll excuse me, there’s something I need to do.” I tried to smile, but the expression died before it reached my eyes. “I’ll see you all at lunch.”

Bastian stood up immediately as well.

The slightest movement of his shoulders was enough for me to realize he intended to come with me.

I gave a faint shake of my head and met his eyes.

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