The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon (Celine and Bastian) novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

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Bastian’s hand turns the shower handle, shutting off the water, and the constant drumming disappears, leaving behind a strange silence broken only by my shaky breaths.

I barely have time to react before his arms wrap around me and lift me from the floor with insulting ease.

The silence that remains feels strange after so many minutes of listening to the water pouring over my head I barely have time to react before his arms surround me and lift me from the floor with insulting ease.

A new spasm shoots through my body, forcing my eyes shut as a muffled whimper escapes my lips. My muscles tighten painfully, and I end up clutching his soaked shirt, wrinkling the fabric between my fingers.

Bastian doesn’t say anything.

He simply holds me against his chest as he leaves the bathroom and carries me across the bedroom in his arms.

The cool air of the room hits my damp skin, but it only lasts for a few seconds.

My body is burning.

Burning so fiercely that the water evaporates almost instantly from my skin.

I swear to the Goddess I can see tiny waves of steam rising from my arms and legs.

The heat radiating from me feels unnatural, even for a she-wolf.

When he lays me down on the bed, another wave of pain twists inside me and forces me to curl into myself.

My knees draw toward my chest as I clutch the sheets, trying to endure it.

“Look at me, Celine.”

His voice cuts through the fog clouding my mind, but I shake my head softly and turn my face away.

I don’t want to look at him.

I don’t want him to see the tears mixing with the beads of sweat still running down my skin.

“Sweetheart, look at me.

His fingers brush a wet strand of hair away from my cheek, and the gentleness of that gesture makes my chest tighten even

more.

My first two heats came exactly one month after my birthday.

That’s why I was certain there were still weeks left before it happened again.

The first time, Cassius locked me inside a cold, damp cell.

I still remember the smell of mold clinging to the stone walls, the freezing floor beneath my body, and his voice filled with contempt every time he appeared outside the door.

I remember the insults, the threats, and the constant fear that he would carry out one of them.

They were two endless days of pain, loneliness, and suffering.

The second time, I escaped during the night.

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I ran alone through the forest while every sound made me think another wolf might find me.

I ran until my legs gave out and my lungs burned.

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I remember the lake beginning to freeze, the dark water, and the cold cutting into my skin while I forced myself to remain inside.

That time only lasted one day

One miserable day that I thought would never end.

But things are different now.

Now I have a mate.

And he’s here, trying to help me.

I can feel Astra moving inside me.

Stronger than ever.

More present.

Her emotions blend with mine until it becomes difficult to tell which feelings belong to me and which belong to her.

She no longer appears as fleeting flashes or passing sensations.

She’s here with me.

I can feel Zack trying to get closer.

I can sense his presence colliding with Astra’s, and for the first time, my wolf doesn’t seem frightened or confused.

She wants exactly the opposite.

She wants to get closer to him.

She wants us to stop resisting.

Bastian’s voice becomes a distant murmur while the pain and heat continue spreading through my body.

I only become fully aware of him again when the mattress sinks beside me and strong arms carefully wrap around me.

I’m here. Easy.”

His lips brush against my forehead, and I close my eyes immediately,

The warmth of his body completely surrounds me.

His scent fills my lungs.

The steady beat of his heart vibrates against my cheek, and before I realize it, I end up curling against his chest as though my body has made the decision for me.

Part of me feels relieved to have him here.

A part so large it hurts.

But the other part is still terrified.

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I still remember the suffering of my previous heats.

1 still remember the feeling that my own body was breaking apart from the inside.

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“Stop fighting it, Celine,” Astra whispers in my mind with a gentleness that unsettles me. “The more you resist, the more painful it becomes.”

I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut.

Another spasm tears through my body, and a muffled whimper escapes my lips. My muscles tense violently as I cling to his shirt, my fingers closing around the fabric as though it were the only thing keeping me afloat.

“It hurts…” I whisper against his chest.

I feel his arms tighten around me.

His jaw clenches for a moment before he lowers his head and rests his forehead against my damp hair.

“I’ll make it stop hurting, all right?” he murmurs with a confidence that contrasts with the chaos consuming my body. “Trust me.”

His words are gentle, but beneath them I sense something more.

I barely lift my gaze to look at him.

His golden eyes remain fixed on me, attentive to every gesture, every trembling breath, every small flicker of pain that crosses my face.

I don’t know where I find the courage, but from one second to the next I cling to his lips as though they are the only anchor capable of keeping me sane.

My hands close around the fabric of his shirt, and I pull at it desperately.

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