The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon (Celine and Bastian) novel Chapter 198

The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon

Chapter 198

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I shake my head and force myself to breathe before answering. Anger burns my throat, but I am not going to keep feeding it. I turn around and begin walking toward the bathroom, trying to put as much distance between us as possible.

“You are not this. I asked you to leave. I am going to pretend you did not just insult me because you clearly are not in your right mind. You are drunk.”

The laugh I hear behind me stops me.

It is not an amused laugh.

It is low, bitter, and completely unfamiliar.

“I was always this, Celine. I was just different with you. You brought me back. The old me that had been asleep since I found you in that forest.”

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My fingers slowly curl into fists.

I do not want to hear this.

I do not want to know who he was before me or discover what kind of monster can hide behind the man I love. Throughout our relationship, I have known Bastian in a completely different way. I have known the man who hugs me, who sleeps beside me, who holds our daughter as if she were the most precious thing in this world. Not this man with yellow eyes, a tense jaw, and hands clenched into fists.

I keep walking.

There is no point in continuing to fight. I need time, and so does he. Tomorrow, when he is sober, we can talk. Maybe then he will remember what he just did and understand that he crossed a line he should never have touched.

“Don’t turn your back on me when I’m talking to you!”

I do not get another step.

Bastian’s claws sink into my shoulders, and a sharp pain immediately shoots through me. My muscles tense, and a gasp escapes my lips when his nails tear into my skin. I feel the warmth of blood slowly sliding down my shoulders and beneath the fabric of my clothes. The metallic scent fills the air between us.

I swallow the pain and clench my teeth to contain the gasp threatening to escape my throat. I can still feel his claws buried in my shoulders and the warmth of blood slowly sliding down my skin, soaking into the fabric of my clothes. I try to breathe normally, keep my back straight, and not give him the satisfaction of seeing me break in front of him.

The knot forming in my throat grows larger and larger, and I have to swallow hard to manage to speak. I am not going to cry. Not in front of Bastian. Not after everything he has just done.

But my eyes begin to burn, and before I can stop them, tears gather on my lashes and eventually slide down my cheeks.

My body seems to have decided to betray me just when I need to keep control the most.

“Do you even realize that you are hurting me?” I ask with a broken voice. “Are you going to be like them now? Are you going to mark me with your claws, whip me, or starve me? Are you a Miller now?”

Tears fall down my cheeks without permission.

For a moment, Bastian does not answer.

His grip remains on my shoulders, and I can feel the tension in his fingers against my injured skin.

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“You provoked this.”

sentence cuts through me.

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Bastian finally lets me go, and I turn toward him. His claws slowly disappear, but the small wounds continue to bleed beneath my clothes.

“I provoked this?”

“You will be the queen of Lemuria, and you embarrass me.”

I stare at him.

And then something inside me breaks.

It is not an explosion of anger. It is something much colder. A certainty that settles in my chest while the tears continue to run down my face.

“You are wrong, Bastian Thorn.”

My voice stops trembling.

“I am not going to be the queen of anything. There will be no coronation or mating ceremony.”

I take a step toward him and hold his gaze regardless of how much my soul hurts.

“You ruined that when you became everything you promised to protect me from.”

Bastian parts his lips, but I do not give him time to respond.

“I will return to my old pack with my daughter until you calm down.”

Since he wants to hurt me, he should be prepared for when I hit back.

Bastian takes a step toward me.

“Leave! But you are not taking my daughter with you.”

I take a deep breath. My chest hurts when I breathe, and I can still feel the hot blood sliding down my skin, but I keep my back straight.

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