All Chapters of His Rejected Luna Remembers Nothing: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Damien’s POV The night before the meeting I could not sleep. This was not unusual. I had spent the better part of two and a half years not sleeping well and the habit had outlasted its original cause. But tonight was different. Tonight the ceiling above my bed was not the blank surface I was used to staring at. Tonight it had things projected onto it that I could not stop watching. Selene at a table across from Hale. Selene in the same room as Nadia. I had not said anything to either of them about the other. About the specific texture of what it was going to be to watch the woman I had broken sit across from the man who had used that breaking to build himself a leverage position. To watch her sit across from Nadia who had handed me the lie and watched me pull the trigger with it. I had not said anything because it was not mine to say. She had asked for this meeting. She had set the terms. She had decided what she needed it to be and I was going to stand beside her while it happe

Ria’s POV She called from the car like she promised. I was in the garden with Eli who had decided that the raised beds required immediate investigation and had been conducting a soil audit with a small stick for the last forty minutes. Mara was on the bench watching with the expression of someone who had spent forty years around wolves and had decided this particular small wolf was her personal favourite and was not hiding it. I answered on the first ring. How, I said. It’s done, she said. Her voice was steady. That specific steady that was not the absence of feeling but the presence of something that had been decided. I sat down on the cold ground. Eli looked at me. I held up one finger. Minute. Eli accepted this and went back to the audit. Tell me, I said. She told me. All of it. Hale and the terms and Nadia at the end of the table and the door and what was said at it. I sat on the cold ground of that garden and listened to my best friend close the door on the worst thin

Lena’s POV It came back on a Thursday. Not a fragment this time. Not a flash or a smell or a feeling without context. The whole thing. Start to finish. Like a door that had been stuck for two and a half years finally swinging open all at once. I was in the training room alone. Early morning. The house not fully awake yet. Eli still sleeping. Damien somewhere downstairs. I had been moving through forms for twenty minutes when it happened. Between one breath and the next I was somewhere else entirely. The memory was from the night before the rejection. I was in our room. The room that was now listed in the estate records as storage and that I had not been able to open the door to yet because I was not ready. I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my hands in my lap and I was afraid. Not of Damien. Of the conversation I had to have with him. Six weeks. The test had been sitting in my jacket pocket for three days because I did not know how to say the words. In the memory I hea

Lena’s POV It happened on a Friday. Not dramatically. Not with any particular announcement. Just the quiet accumulation of days that had been building toward something inevitable and the moment when inevitable and ready arrived at the same time. Eli had a nightmare. Not a bad one. The small manageable kind that wakes you up briefly and requires a moment of reassurance before sleep resumes. I heard it through the wall. Was in the room before I was fully conscious of having gotten up. Sat on the edge of the small bed and said still here until the grey eyes settled and closed again. I sat there for a while after. Thinking. Then I got up. Went down the hall. Knocked on his door. He opened it quickly. He had been awake. I could see it in his face. She okay, he said. Fine, I said. Nightmare. Brief. She’s back under. He exhaled. I stood in the doorway. He stood in the door. We looked at each other in the dark hallway at whatever time it was that was too late to be evening and to

Lena’s POV Spring came to the estate slowly. The way it always does in places that have been cold long enough to forget what warmth feels like. Not all at once. A degree at a time. The grounds going from dead winter grey to the tentative yellow-green of things deciding to try again. I watched it happen from the garden every morning. Eli had opinions about spring. Specifically about the raised beds. They had been watching the beds with focused interest since the morning I had told them we were going to plant things and explained in the simplified but accurate way I was learning to use that things grew from the ground if you put them there and gave them water and light. Eli had processed this information with great seriousness and had since checked the beds every morning as if expecting the plants to have arrived without the intermediate step. Today I had the seeds. Mara had ordered them. A selection she said was appropriate for the season and for a small assistant who would need