All Chapters of My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Meanwhile, Amelia and Tracy sat close to each other at the dining table. James sat opposite them, unmoving, as he stared at Amelia and Tracy.“Amelia… I thought you died,” Tracy finally said, voice shaking.She gave a faint smile. “Yeah… I thought I did too.”They all laughed softly, though the air still carried a heavy ache.“Someone saved me,” she continued, her voice trembling. “And here I am—alive and well.” Tears shimmered in her eyes before she could stop them.“You have to tell me everything,” Tracy said quickly, her voice breaking. “We were all so sad, Amelia. We couldn’t move on—your family, your mother especially. She was devastated! You could’ve sent a message, anything, just to let us know you were alive. Seven years… seven long years without a trace. That’s a long time”Amelia’s lips pressed together as guilt washed through her. “It wasn’t that easy, Tracy. I wish I could have reached out. I’m so sorry…”Tracy smiled faintly and reached for her hand. “It’s fine. I’m just

Cassia’s car came to a stop in front of her apartment. She exhaled, gripping the steering wheel for a moment before stepping out. She walked towards the front door. Damien’s car was parked out front. Her heart skipped. He’s here.She pushed open the door and froze. Damien sat slumped on the couch, asleep. His head leaned back against the cushion, his jaw tight even in rest, as if anger had followed him into his dreams.“Damien,” she whispered, walking closer. Her fingers brushed his shoulder.He jerked upright instantly, blinking away sleep.“Did you spend the night on the couch?” she asked, voice soft but edged with concern.He rubbed his hands over his face and nodded, his voice hoarse. “I was waiting for you.”Cassia’s chest tightened. “Why didn’t you come home last night?”Her heart began to pound. “My car broke down because of the heavy storm,” she said, trying to keep her tone calm.Damien’s eyes narrowed. His jaw flexed, veins visible under his skin as anger started to rise. “

The hall was almost empty, except for the echo of footsteps and the low hum of the air conditioning. Aiden sat in one of the wooden chairs, elbows on his knees, his face carved with calm detachment. Across from him, James paced back and forth, phone in hand, agitation written in every movement.“I’m telling you, this is a bad idea,” James said, running a hand through his hair. “You and Damien can’t be in the same room for two minutes without trying to kill each other.”Aiden’s lips curved in a faint smirk. “Relax, James. I’m not going to kill him…if that’s what’s worrying you.”“That’s exactly what’s worrying me.” James groaned, stopping mid-pace. He stared down at his phone, thumb hovering over Damien’s contact. “You know what? I’ll just call him and tell him not to come.”Before he could press dial, the deep rumble of an engine broke the silence outside. Tires screeched to a stop.“Too late,” Aiden murmured, eyes flicking toward the door. “He’s here.”James exhaled sharply. “You’re

“Don’t worry, I’ll find a way to reach you,” James muttered, forcing a reassuring smile.Before Arthur could respond, the door to the ward creaked open. Aiden stepped out.They both froze. James straightened instantly, trying to mask the flicker of guilt that crossed his face.Aiden’s brows furrowed. “What are you two doing out here?” His voice was calm but edged with curiosity. “Arthur, didn’t you say you needed the restroom?”Arthur blinked rapidly, his little mind scrambling. “Oh—uh, I changed my mind!” he said, smiling too brightly. “I’m not pressed anymore. I’ll just go back to Ethan.”Aiden’s gaze lingered on him — on the sharp resemblance between them that he could never unsee. Arthur’s grin, his stance, even the tilt of his head — all mirrors of himself.“Alright,” Aiden said quietly.Arthur nodded, flashing him another small smile before scurrying back into the ward.When the boy was gone, Aiden turned back to James. “What were you both talking about?”James chuckled lightly,

Evening had fallen softly over Red moon pack when Amelia finally closed from work. The sky burned with streaks of fading gold as she and Arthur settled into her car. The hum of the engine filled the quiet air before she eased out of the parking lot and onto the main road.For most of the ride, Arthur couldn’t stop talking. His little voice filled the car with excitement as he rambled about Alpha Aiden—how kind he was, how he’d promised to take him to see Ethan again soon.Amelia smiled faintly, her grip tightening around the steering wheel. Each word pierced her heart with quiet guilt. She wanted so badly to tell Arthur the truth—that Aiden wasn’t just a kind Alpha, but his real father. But she couldn’t. Not yet. Not when telling him could put both their lives in danger.By the time the car rolled to a stop in front of their apartment, her chest felt heavy with unspoken words.They got out together. Cassia locked the car and walked inside, the faint scent of dinner greeting them befor