All Chapters of Luna Reborn: Chapter 51 - Chapter 59

Odessa:For a moment, nobody spoke. So, I stood there, staring at Reign, waiting for him to tell me that I was wrong. That I was being ridiculous, that my father was perfectly fine and that Alaric had traveled all this way for some other reason entirely.But he didn't… Instead, he looked down at the letter in his hands, reading those terrible words once more before carefully folding the parchment and handing it back to me."Sweetheart," he began, but I shook my head."No." I stepped away from him, pressing my fingers against my temples as I tried to make sense of the chaos inside my head. “No, we need to get Alaric. Right now. I need to know what's happened to him.""And we will, my lonan." Reign began, but I couldn’t reason with the wake of fear swooshing around in my mind."Then why are we still standing here?" I asked, hating how on edge I was. Reign sighed, and Goddess, I hated that too. I hated the patience in his expression, the concern in his eyes, and most of all, I hated tha

Odessa:I returned to my body with a sharp gasp, my hands flying toward my chest as though I could somehow hold my heart together if I pressed hard enough.For a moment, all I could think about was my son, his tiny face, his little hands, the way he'd looked so peaceful sleeping against my chest. I could still see him, still feel him… Goddess, I missed him."Odessa?" Reign’s voice pulled me from my memories, and when I finally opened my eyes, I found him kneeling before me, his hands wrapped around mine, his honey-brown eyes searching my face with an expression that made my heart ache."Sweetheart, are you alright?" I stared at him, trying to remember how to breathe, but then I felt it, our bond. That familiar warmth spread through my chest, steady and comforting, wrapping itself around the pieces of me that had nearly shattered at the sight of my son, so I squeezed his hands."I'm alright." His expression told me he didn't believe me, and I couldn't blame him. This time, my weaving h

Odessa:The water had long since lost its warmth, but I couldn't bring myself to get out. I sat submerged to my shoulders, staring at the ceiling while the faint scent of lavender and vanilla bean drifted from the bathwater. Somewhere beyond the enormous windows, the sun had begun its descent behind the mountains of Solaris, casting long shadows across the marble floors… It was beautiful. Everything about this kingdom was beautiful, and yet, all I could think about was Evander.My father.The throne Calista was trying to steal.The people who had once looked to me as their future queen, who now believed I was lying dead somewhere beyond their border. I sighed, sinking a little deeper into the water."You're going to drown yourself if you keep doing that, little queen." Isla… I closed my eyes as I pictured those feelings of inadequacy and ignorance being boxed in a starless corner that couldn’t reach our bond. I didn’t want her or Reign to feel it, to feel how terrible my own ignorance

Odessa:I wasn't entirely sure how much longer I could sit at that damned table and pretend everything was alright.Alaric was still talking, Zander was still pretending to be interested in whatever story he'd begun telling, and Reign was still holding my hand beneath the table, his thumb brushing across my knuckles every few moments as though he could somehow keep me grounded with that simple touch, and Goddess, perhaps he could. Because without him, I was certain I would have already dragged Zander into the hallway and told him everything.The light.The glamour.That fucking thread.I took another sip of wine, trying to calm the nerves that seemed determined to unravel themselves inside my chest."Little star?" I blinked, turning toward Alaric."Yes?" He smiled."I asked whether you remembered old Master Bellamy." Goddess... Master Bellamy, I hadn't heard that name in years."The man who used to chase me out of the kitchens?" Alaric laughed."The very same.""Of course I remember h

Odessa:I stood before our bedchamber door. My eyes had roamed over the pattern in the wood, the knots, the color… I had even taken in the intricate pattern on the brass doorknob, and still, I could not make my hand reach for the damn thing to turn it.Just as I was ready to stomp away and go to the kitchen for wine, the door opened slowly, and my eyes began to sting. Inside, Reign stood before the crackling hearth, and despite the distance between us, his eyes bore into mine. Something like relief flooded through the bond as I stepped forward. It was as if both of us had been waiting for this moment, waiting to be together again as we wrapped around one another in a hug I would likely never forget. “I love you,” I barely managed to speak. My voice was hoarse still, but being in his arms, being this close to him, wrapped in his warmth, his strength. I knew at this moment that no matter what, he loved me too; he supported me in all of the insanity I had brought into his life. “I lov