The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon (Celine and Bastian) novel Chapter 175

Chapter 175

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I stop in front of one of the buildings. Three floors of brick and stone have been torn open like a wound. The windows are gone, part of the roof has collapsed, and several beams protrude from the rubble. I stare at the destruction for a few seconds and snort.

It shouldn’t matter to me. I have more important things to do, but I raise one hand anyway. A current of magic slips from my fingers and spreads across the ruined facade in front of me.

The stones begin to rise from the rubble, the beams settle back into place with a deep creak, and the bricks slowly return to the walls, fitting together as if an invisible force knows exactly where every piece belongs. The cracks close from the inside, and the broken window glass rises from the ground and returns to its frames.

In less than a minute, the building is standing again. I lower my hand and continue walking, although I don’t even know why I’m doing this. Maybe I need to keep my hands busy. Maybe rebuilding a destroyed house is easier than thinking about everything that just happened.

The lack of air, that feeling of suffocation and the constant pressure in my chest have nothing to do with exhaustion. It isn’t the magic either, or the fear that Bastian might try to rip my head off when he discovers I’m still here.

It’s Celine.

I want to be with her.

I want to explain to her that everything that happened before wasn’t the way she thinks it was, that taking her to those laboratories wasn’t a decision I made freely and that every step I took was dictated by the Order’s threats. I want her to know that they had my family in their hands and that, if I refused to obey, Larissa, Vladimir and my useless father were going to die.

But I also want to tell her that, when I had the chance to choose, I chose her. I risked my life to get her out of there, and I would do it again.

I pass another house that has been reduced by half. The roof has collapsed onto the second floor, and one of the exterior walls threatens to fall into the street. I extend my hand again, and the magic responds immediately. The stones rise, the beams return to their positions, and the structure begins to rebuild itself as I continue walking. A woman sitting on top of a pile of rubble raises her head and stares at me, unable to understand what she is seeing.

I don’t stop. I don’t have time to explain anything, and I don’t need anyone to thank me either. I’m not doing this to become a hero. I don’t even know why I’m doing it. Maybe because after spending so much time destroying things, it’s strange to discover that I can also give them their shape back.

I bet Celine hasn’t even realized our bond. I shake my head and slowly exhale as I walk through the destroyed

streets.

What the hell is wrong with the gods to do this to me?

Of all the women in existence, they had to bond me to one who already has a mate?

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And not just any man, but a prince, the heir to a kingdom and, to make things worse, a warrior who has already made it perfectly clear that he would rather see me dead than anywhere near his woman.

It would be easier if Celine were like everyone else, if I could simply walk away and forget all of this, but I can’t. I tried before I arrived in Lemuria and ended up crossing a portal because I felt that something was wrong with her. My entire body reacted before my mind could understand it.

I’m selfish. I know that. I’m impatient, proud, and I don’t have many scruples when I want something.

I’ve never cared much about what other people think of me, and I’m not going to pretend now that I’ve become a different man. I’ve done things others would consider monstrous, and some of them I did because I wanted to. I don’t need to invent a nicer version of myself to feel better. But with Celine, it’s different. I can’t take advantage of her, I can’t force her to choose me, and I can’t do something that causes her pain simply because I want to have her for myself.

I can be selfish about almost everything in my life, but not with her. And that’s what truly irritates me. For the first time, there is someone whose well-being can matter more than my own desires.

Now that is a problem. And a rather big one, because apparently my existence needed another complication.

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