The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon (Celine and Bastian) novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54

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Alaric drove the entire way back with his sister in the passenger seat, while Bastian and I sat in the back discussing what had happened in the village before he arrived.

He listened attentively to everything I told him, and when Aymara handed him the list of everything needed to begin the construction work, he simply said:

“Good.”

Nothing more.

This time, the trip felt shorter. I don’t know whether it was because of the company or because my nerves about arriving at the village had made me anxious. The soft purr of the engine and the damp landscape sliding past the windows seemed to, move faster than they had on the way there. The trees and green fields blended into blurred streaks on the other side of the glass, while the scent of wet earth still slipped inside from time to time whenever the wind found a gap.

“William is my mother’s younger brother, and the grumpy old man is my grandfather, Roger,” he comments, taking my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine. His thumb absentmindedly strokes my skin as he speaks. “From what I’ve been told, you made a good impression, and they were able to see who you truly are.”

Alaric looks at me through the rearview mirror and gives me a little smile that says, “I told you so,” while his sister, being far less subtle, lets out a short laugh before turning in her seat to look at us. Her eyes shine with obvious satisfaction.

“I told you. I knew they’d like her as soon as they met her.”

They can say that, but for me it was a real challenge.

Because every time I had to raise my voice. I was terrified, and every time they tested me with uncomfortable situations, I felt like they were going to reject me at any moment and throw me out of the village along with the ladies.

It was something new, and it frightened me quite a bit. I could still remember the weight of all those eyes on me inside the barn, watching me, analyzing me, and waiting to discover whether I truly was who I claimed to be. Even now, just thinking about it causes a slight tension to settle between my shoulders, and I have to force myself to relax against the seat.

But I had to try.

I’m not the kind of woman who enjoys sitting around doing nothing while others praise her. I want to feel useful and make my mate happy. I want him to feel proud of me because he accepted our bond without caring who I was when he found me.

I will never forget that.

He is a prince, and he chose to throw all of that aside and politely ask me to think about it before saying yes. He didn’t act on instinct either. Bastian, despite being a man with a very intimidating wolf, gave me the option to choose him.

He could have rejected me the way Tanner did, and he didn’t.

He let me choose for the first time in my life.

He let me decide.

That is why I want to give him back at least a little of everything he has done for me.

“What are you thinking about?” Bastian’s fingers draw slow circles over the back of my hand while his black eyes remain fixed on mine. “Are you tired?”

“A little, but not enough to skip our training tonight.”

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Bastian smiles, pleased.

Your girl has a lot of endurance. Bastian, Aymara comments. “It’s a shame I won’t get to see the two of you together today’

“Why?” Alaric turns to look at her with a frown and an expression of absolute displeasure ‘Another stupid date”

Ayma laughs, but she doesn’t even try to hide it. She shrugs shamelessly and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear

“Thank the Goddess I’m an only child. I’d tear apart anyone who got close to my sister if I had one. Bastian mocks his friend while resting an arm on the back of the seat, a barely visible smile tugging at one corner of his mouth.

“Oh, relax. Your Highness. The Goddess usually gives daughters to wolves like you. No sisters and a very big mouth

Bastian tenses slightly at Alaric’s comment. I notice it in the way his jaw hardens for a second and how his fingers stop moving over my hand.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing.

If we ever have a daughter in the future, I would feel sorry for her.

Or for her future suitors.

“In that case, your daughter will die single,” Ayma adds, finally causing the laugh I’ve been holding back to slip from my lips.

Bastian looks at me expressionlessly and raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t look at me like that. You don’t want our daughter to be unhappy, do you?”

“She’ll be happy with us and her grandfather. What else does she need?”

I roll my eyes and settle more comfortably into my seat, though I still end up winking at him.

He maintains the serious expression for a few more seconds before lightly squeezing my fingers, as though he genuinely considers what he just said perfectly reasonable.

There’s a long way to go before that, and if we ever have daughters or sons, I know he’ll be an overprotective nightmare.

And judging by the absolute seriousness with which he just said it, I suspect he isn’t joking in the slightest.

During the next hour, Bastian brought me up to date on Jared’s training in the forest and told me that not only was he handling the training well, but he had also become stricter with himself. He wants to learn and become one of the best.

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