Chapter 244: Alpha’s Heart Wouldn’t Calm Down

Kane

Something was wrong with my Luna. She’d become quieter, more distant. Even with everything going on, she’d still make cynical jokes and sarcastic remarks, but for the last two days, she’d been terribly silent.

Her food was also minimal. Sometimes she’d wrinkle her nose when certain dishes were served, as if she didn’t like them.

She went for a walk with Kaysir, and every cell in my body somehow screamed that I needed to go with her.

Call it intuition, or maybe a sixth sense, but I was getting signals that something was very wrong with her.

Every second she was gone felt like an hour, and my heart refused to calm down. Mom teased me, saying I was obsessed with Zara, but she didn’t understand how I felt.

This anxiety, this despair, this hopelessness that had settled in my heart, and on top of it all, guilt.

I felt a strong sense of guilt and didn’t know how to live the rest of my life, knowing that I had intentionally broken a loving heart.

She returned an hour later, but her demeanor made it clear that disaster was brewing. As soon as she went into the room, I went outside and anxiously asked Kaysir,

"Where did Zara go?"

He was washing the car. Pausing, he turned to me and said, "To the pharmacy, sir. And then we returned home."

Pharmacy? What did she want there? Is she sick?

"What did she buy?"

Kaysir shook his head and replied, "Luna went inside alone, and I stayed outside. She said she needed calcium supplements."

She could have sent Kaysir to get calcium supplements. Why would she go to the pharmacy herself? With more questions than answers racing through my head, I decided to go check on her.

Entering the room, I found it empty. I moved closer to the bathroom door and heard her sobbing on the other side.

My heart sank.

She was crying, most likely feeling lonely and depressed over my betrayal and the inability to visit her family. The storm had just passed, I would have sent her away already.

With this in mind, I decided to talk to her about her departure the next day. She could take as much time off as she wanted.

I just wanted her to be happy, to have that sunny smile back on her face that I had somehow taken away. I had to let her go; my existence was causing her pain, and I couldn’t bear it anymore.

Her tears, her painful sobs and cries. All of this had to stop. I waited impatiently for her to come out of the bathroom.

As someone crucified, every second was agonizing, painful, and tormented my heart. Finally, the door opened, and she emerged, her face washed, but the whites of her eyes and the tip of her nose were red.

Our gazes met, but she looked away. My emotions surged out like a caged bird, and I couldn’t help but ask, "What happened?"

She ignored me, and I sensed she was trying to head for the dressing room. Before she could get there, I blocked her path.

Anger flashed across her face, and she screamed, "Get out of my way!"

But I wasn’t going to let her cry, at least not today. If this was her last act of kindness, I was going to comfort her.

"Not until you tell me why you cried in the bathroom," I asked stubbornly, and her entire face contorted with unimaginable rage. She screamed at me to her heart’s content, and I let her pour out her emotions. In those moments, she seemed so vulnerable and fragile, and I couldn’t bear to see her like that.

As soon as she finished, my arms automatically moved forward, and I hugged her, pressing her to my desperate chest.

My heart felt so empty without her, without her tenderness, without her scent, without her existence. She jerked in my arms, pounding her fists against my back.

"No! No!"

But I knew she was in pain, so I held her. Her tense body soon relaxed and merged with mine. Her screams turned to sobs as she burst into tears in my arms, and I simply hugged her tightly.

"Just calm down, please..." I felt each tear out a piece of my heart. Her heartbreaking moans made me bleed.

How will I survive this pain? How will I live without her? "I’m with you," I whispered, making sure she was safe in my arms.

Her body relaxed, and her crying stopped; she went limp in my arms. If I hadn’t held her so tightly, she would have fallen.

"Zara!" Her name escaped my lips as I pulled her away, holding her tightly in my arms.

Her eyes closed, her head tilted to the side. She had lost consciousness.

Worried, I picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down but still holding her. It seemed the intense emotions she’d experienced had broken her.

I slowly shook her. "Zara! Please open your eyes," I called desperately, and her eyes slowly opened, filled with tears and pain.

Relief washed over me as I held her, unwilling to let go. She watched me silently, but I could tell a multitude of thoughts were racing through her mind.

At that moment, this flashed through her mind.

Will she ever be able to simply...

"Should you hate me?" We froze in that agonizing, blissful moment where she didn’t push me away, and I didn’t let her go.

"Do you hate me that much?" she asked slowly, as if she had lost a battle. Her eyes slid over my face.

"I could never hate you, Zara. You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. Inside and out."

She merely snorted in response and turned her head away, breaking the connection that had formed between our gazes.

"But that wasn’t enough for you, even my love wasn’t enough. You are a cruel wolf, Kane." With these words, she turned away from me and pulled the blanket over her head, hiding.

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