Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back Chapter 142: The Worst News

Thea's POV

I stood frozen in the kitchen, my brain struggling to process what was happening. Aurora was back? How the fuck was that even possible?

When she left, she'd sworn she'd never return. Mom, Dad, and Roman would visit her, but she never came back home. Not even for holidays.

Seeing her in my house was a complete shock to my system. Sebastian had told me once that if given the chance, he'd go back to Aurora in a heartbeat. Which made this situation even more confusing. If she was back, why was Sebastian kissing me? Why was he still with me?

I pulled myself completely out of his grasp. He cursed under his breath, though I couldn't tell if it was because I moved away or because Aurora had seen us kissing.

I wrapped my arms around myself, continuing to stare silently at Aurora. I tried to push down the pain and hurt I'd endured throughout my marriage to Sebastian.

Sure, I might have hurt her, but I'd fucking paid for that mistake. Her pain from losing Sebastian was nothing compared to the pain inflicted on me by Sebastian, my family, and his family.

"Thea," he called my name, his voice hoarse.

I shook my head. Stepping around him, I started to leave the kitchen just as Mom and Roman walked in.

I ignored them all and rushed upstairs.

I entered Phoenix's room and locked the door behind me. She was still sleeping. Being careful not to make a sound, I slid down against the door until I was sitting on the floor, burying my head between my legs, fighting to hold back the tears threatening to fall.

Just minutes ago, I'd been thinking this might be a chance for Sebastian and me to start over. Now? Now I wasn't so sure. Especially not with her back in our lives.

I tensed when I heard footsteps approaching the door. They stopped outside, and a moment later, there was a gentle knock.

I didn't open it. I didn't want to face Sebastian. I didn't want to face any of them. Not right now.

"Thea, please open the door." His voice was pleading.

I didn't answer. I just needed a minute before I could face whatever waited for me. I was used to this. This shouldn't affect me like this.

"Give me a minute, and I'll come out." My voice sounded stronger than I felt.

He said okay quietly, and I heard him walk away. I forced myself to push down my emotions. I could deal with them later.

When I felt somewhat composed, I left the room and headed to the master bedroom.

I took a shower and changed my clothes. Once finished, I returned to Phoenix's room to find her awake and fussy. I changed her diaper and then sat in the rocking chair to feed her.

"Morning, Mom," Leo walked into the room, rubbing his eyes, just as I was adjusting my top.

I smiled at him. "Good morning, Leo."

"Is she awake already? I was hoping to feed her."

"I've already fed her."

He looked around the room, his gaze finally landing on us. "But I don't see a bottle."

Well, this was going to be an awkward explanation. I swallowed before starting.

"When she's with me, she doesn't need a bottle. I provide the milk," I explained as best I could.

This was probably new to Leo. I mean, he'd been the only child in both households for years. He'd never been around babies or nursing mothers.

"I'm confused. Why doesn't she need a bottle when she's with you?"

"Because I breastfeed her," I answered, then quietly asked, "Do you know what that means?"

He shook his head. "No."

"It means your mom feeds her with milk from her breasts," Sebastian interjected, causing us to turn toward him.

We hadn't even noticed he'd joined us. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, making his biceps look even more pronounced. He wore a black V-neck t-shirt and blue jeans. His hair was still wet, and he was barefoot.

"You mean like animals? Like our wolves do?" Leo asked, his gaze shifting from me to Phoenix then to his father.

Phoenix lay contentedly in my arms, burping, completely oblivious to our discussion about her and her feeding habits.

"Yes, exactly like that," I smiled in response.

His gaze momentarily unfocused, then his face scrunched up in disgust.

"That's gross," he said, taking a step back from me as if I'd suddenly grown two heads. "I think she'd prefer milk from a bottle."

His gaze constantly shifted between my chest and Phoenix.

"What if you're not around? What happens then? Can we use formula like I saw the nurses doing?"

"No more formula, breast milk is good for her. If I'm not around, I'll pump some milk so whoever's with her can feed her."

He stared at me in horror, like I'd just set fire to his gaming console.

"I'm out. I don't want to hear any more," he shook his head and walked out the door.

"I think I just traumatized our pup," I said to Sebastian, grinning. "He probably never wants to hear the word 'breast' again."

Sebastian chuckled. His voice was deep and sexy. "Give him a few years, and he'll be singing a different tune."

I stood up and stared at him. "Did you just imply what I think you did?"

This time he laughed. The sound did things to me. When he was around me, he never laughed, so I just let the sound wash over me.

"He's a boy, and we both know what boys are like as teenagers. He'll be hiding in his closet jerking off to pictures of half-naked she-wolves soon enough."

"Now I'm the one who's traumatized." I cringed, trying to get that image out of my head. "I really didn't need that."

I shook my head, facing him. "Makes me wonder if that's what you did when you were young."

"No comment," he smirked, taking Phoenix from my arms.

Yeah, he definitely did that as a teenager.

"Ready to see them?" he asked, then reached for my hand.

I tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. Eventually, I gave up.

We left the room and headed downstairs. We found everyone seated in the living room.

"I'm sorry we scared you like that. I just really wanted to see you," Mom said, tears shining in her eyes.

I was stunned by the emotion in their eyes. Well, everyone's except Aurora's. She just glared at Sebastian's and my joined hands with disgust in her eyes.

I should've been happy. I should've been glad. Because Roman and Mom were showing concern for me for the first time, but I couldn't bring myself to be happy. It was like all my feelings for them had died.

Even though I'd asked about them at the hospital, seeing them didn't make me happy at all.

I ignored her words and noticed someone was missing.

"Where's Dad? Is he still upset about what I did to Aurora? Did he bring her back or does he just hate me that much?" I asked bitterly.

They exchanged glances, communicating something with their eyes. I immediately felt that something was wrong. From the pain radiating from them, it was big.

"Your father is dead, sweetheart," Mom answered in a broken whisper.

I stared at them in shock. That couldn't be right. I was sure I'd heard wrong. Dad couldn't be dead. It was impossible.