The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 264

The Alpha’s Borrowed Luna

Chapter 264

The document in my hands tree bled slightly as I stared at it. It was just a simple file, the kind of routine pack business normally handled by administrative staff, yet it had become my only chance to see Kaius face to face.

“Can I help you?” I asked the young maid who stood nervously in my doorway.

She fidgeted with her apron, clearly uncomfortable with disturbing me “The Alpha sent me to pick up a file he left here. It must be

that one.”

The file on my desk–the excuse I’d been waiting for. I picked it up, trying to appear casual despite my racing heart. “You know

what? I’ll hand it to him.“.

Relief washed over her face. “As you wish Luna,‘ she replied with a small curtsy.

“Uhmm, where is he now?!!” I struggled to keep the desperation from my voice. Kalus had been avoiding me so effectively that I didn’t even know where he spent his time anymore. He’d vacated our shared quarters weeks ago.

“The third room on the fifth floor,” she informed me, backing toward the door.

I waited until she was gone before checking my appearance in the mirror. Dark circles shadowed my eyes, my skin pale from weeks of barely eating or sleeping. The woman staring back at me looked haunted–a shadow of the person I’d once been.

Istraightened my shoulders, smoothed my hair, and headed toward the fifth floor. Each step felt heavier than the last, dread and hope warring within me. This would be my first real opportunity to speak with Kaius since he’d awakened. My last chance to make him understand.

The corridor on the fifth floor was silent, my footsteps echoing against the polished wood. I paused outside the third door, my hand raised to knock, paralyzed by sudden fear. What if he simply refused to open the door? What if he sent me away without even looking at me?

Before I could lose my nerve, I knocked–three sharp raps that seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet hallway.

No response.

I knocked again, more insistently. Had he already sensed it was me and decided to ignore me?

Just as I raised my hand to knock a third time, the door swung open. Kaius stood there, his expression shifting from neutral to cold

the instant he saw me.

“What are you doing here?” The words were clipped, devoid of any warmth.

I held up the file, my shield against immediate dismissal. “I brought your files.”

His eyes flicked to the documents, then back to my face. For a moment, I thought he might slam the door. Instead, he reached out and took the file, his fingers carefully avoiding any contact with mine.

“You’ve been avoiding me lately,” I said, taking advantage of the brief moment before he could close the door.

“Is that all?” He was already moving to shut me out again.

I pushed forward, suddenly desperate. “Kaius, all those things I said to you, I didn’t mean them. Kieran hadn’t told me… being a turned one makes me a subject to the elders; Thalia could control me; all those things I did… I wasn’t in my right mind…”

“Enough,” he cut me off, but I’d already wedged myself into the doorway, refusing to be dismissed so easily.

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Chapter 264

“Please, Kaius, hear me out. My voice cracked, weeks of pent–up emotion threatening to spill over.

Something dark flashed in his eyes, a glimpse of the pain beneath his cold exterior. “I don’t give a damn about your explanations, Elowen; can’t you see that? His voice rose with each word. “Frost is dead, and so is Ophelia yes, she might not have been the world’s best mother, but she was all I had left, and because of you, lost it all.

The accusation hit like a phy

blow. “I am so sorry.”

“Are you?” His tone was

s cutting

skeptical.

“Yes, I am. I watched Frost die. I wanted to save him, but I couldn’t wish I could… I would give my life to have him back. The truth of those words burned in my chest. I would have traded places with Frost in an instant if it meant sparing Kaius this pain.

“Elowen, please stop talking.” He turned away, as if he couldn’t bear to look at me any longer.

“No, I want you to understand; I hadn’t made any plans with Thalia; she used me. I followed him into the room, desperate for him to hear me, to understand that what he’d seen in that cell had been an act–a terrible, necessary act to save his life.

“So you are the what? Victim?” His laugh was hollow, devoid of any humor.

“No, I am not; I take full responsibility for everything, but I want you to know the truth.” I needed him to understand that distinction–I wasn’t denying my role in what happened, only explaining it.