Chapter 276 – True Luna Book Free: The Darkness Within

“Well, it doesn’t matter!” I exclaimed. “A wolf is hurt! We need to go help him!”

Logan squeezed my shoulders tighter, keeping me in place.

“Patrol will take care of it,” he said coldly. “You and I need to talk.”

My eyes widened. Was he serious?! That was his pack member out there!

“Are you kidding me?!” I screamed at him. “That is someone from our pack! Your pack, Logan! They need help! We can’t just leave them!”

What the hell was going on with Logan and my brother today? This wasn’t them. Logan would never turn his back on anyone who needed help, especially not his pack members.

“I handled it, Emma,” he said, tightening his jaw. “A patrol member is looking into it.”

I scoffed and shook my head.

“I want to go help,” I said as I tried to get away from him.

He only grabbed me tighter. I started thrashing in his arms.

“Let go!” I yelled at him, but it only made him hold me even tighter.

“Stop it, Emma!” he exclaimed. “Someone is taking care of it. You can’t leave.”

I stopped thrashing and narrowed my eyes at him. I was angry and confused. This wasn’t Logan. This was someone else. Logan I knew would never do this.

What the hell was going on? Was I dreaming?

“You and I need to talk,” Logan said sternly. “I need to reject you and you need to accept it.”

I felt my body tense up. My heart started racing impossibly fast. He was really going to do it, wasn’t he?

“Why, Logan?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Why?”

He sighed and loosened his hold on me. He kept holding me, though. He probably thought that I would try to run again. He wasn’t wrong, though. I really, really wanted to run.

“You are not made to be a Luna, Emma,” he said. “You are not strong enough. You are too young. You are not a mate I would choose for myself.”

Every word that came out of his mouth felt like I was being sliced in half. Nothing ever hurt as much as hearing him say those words did.

“I am sorry, Emma, but that is the truth,” he said. “You won’t be my mate. You won’t be my Luna.”

I couldn’t even look at him anymore. I bent my head and tried to stop my heart from breaking and shattering into a million pieces.

Logan kept talking, but I stopped listening. I didn’t want to listen to him anymore.

I was trying to remember how to breathe when my eyes fell on a picture I had never seen before. It was lying under my feet and it must have fallen out of the album.

It was a picture of Logan, me, and two little children. We were older in the picture. We were happy in the picture. The kids looked so much like us. We looked like a family.

I shut my eyes tightly. I must have imagined it. My mind had just been playing games with me, hadn’t it?

I opened my eyes slowly, expecting to see nothing but dirty, old floorboards. My breath got caught in my throat when I saw that the picture was still there.

It meant something! I had to mean something!

“Logan…,” I called him quietly, but he interrupted me.

“I, Logan Carter, Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reject you, Emma Parker of the Crescent Moon Pack,” he said and my whole world came crashing down.

I looked up at him in horror. Pain exploded in my body and I fell to my knees.

I couldn’t help but scream in pain.

My vision got blurry and my lungs were burning with the lack of air. I couldn’t feel my body and I wasn’t even sure if my heart was beating anymore.

“No…,” I mumbled quietly as my head hit the floor.

Logan’s POV

Pain hit me so suddenly that I completely lost my balance.

I gasped as I fell to my knees.

“Logan!”

“Dad!”

I heard screams around me and I felt hands trying to lift me back up.

I couldn’t focus on anything or anyone. I didn’t feel my legs. I didn’t feel my entire body.

All I felt was pain. Immense, indescribable pain. I felt like my soul was being ripped out of my body. I felt like my insides were burning. My heart didn’t feel like it was breaking, it felt like it exploded into a million tiny pieces.

“Dad!”

“Lift him up!”

“Check on her!”

My ears were buzzing. My vision was blurry.

“Oh, Goddess, Emma!”

Emma?

I tried to look at her, but I was completely disoriented. I didn’t know where she was. Was she in front of me? Was she to my left? I tried to figure out where I was standing when the pain struck, but I couldn’t focus enough to do that.

Where was my mate? What happened to her? Was she okay?

I groaned loudly as a wave of nausea washed over me. My head was spinning and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.

“Dad!” I heard a woman scream.

It was my princess. It had to be my princess. I wanted to look at her, but I couldn’t find her. Everything was blurry and the beads of sweat that were continuously falling from my forehead and into my eyes weren’t helping at all.

I felt Sophia’s hands on my face.

“Dad!” she cried out. “Dad, please!”

She leaned over me and I could see something that resembled my daughter’s beautiful face. It was blurry, but I could see it.

I could tell that my princess was sobbing. I wanted to comfort her, but I couldn’t find my voice. I couldn’t speak. I was in too much pain.

But my child was scared. My child was crying. My child needed me.

So I forced my arm to move. I focused all my attention on that place on my body where my arm should have been and I forced myself to move it. I lifted it slowly and tried to hold my daughter.

Someone helped me. Someone took my hand in theirs and placed it against my daughter’s cheek. I felt her hand grab mine.

“Oh, Dad,” she cried out. “Stay with me, please. I need you. Lex needs you. Mom needs you.”

Emma needed me?

I shut my eyes tightly, hoping that my vision would clear up when I opened them. I needed to see Emma. I needed to find her.

“Maybe we should help him up and lay him next to her,” someone said. “That could help them both.”

Oh, yes. I needed someone to take me to my mate. I needed to make sure that she was okay. I groaned and forced myself to nod, hoping that someone would see me do that. I needed them to see. I needed them to help me.

I felt someone grab me and pull me up. I sighed in relief and wanted to thank them, but I still couldn’t speak.

“It’s okay, Dad,” I heard my son’s voice. “I will take you to her.”

I forced my legs to move. I could see something that resembled a bed in front of me and I wanted to sob. I was close. I was close to her.

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