Chasing His Wolfless Luna Back Chapter 175: Prison Was the Easy Part (Part 2)

Aurora's POV

The panic that filled me was uncontrollable, my heart hammering so hard it felt like it would punch a hole through my chest.

What the fuck was I doing? Why was I here of all places?

These questions swirled in my mind, but I couldn't find any answers.

Coming to where Jaxon and his son lived hadn't been part of my plan when I left. I'd just wanted to escape that suffocating atmosphere and go back home to shower and sleep.

Now I stood in front of his house, unsure what to do. Should I leave? Or should I go see him? Maybe he wasn't even home. It was a weekday; he probably had his own shit to deal with.

Years ago, when I discovered Jaxon was my mate, I'd momentarily wavered under the influence of the mate bond, like a magnet pulling me toward him, but later I'd resisted and firmly rejected him, hating how he kept pursuing me without considering what I wanted. I'd get angry whenever he'd fight with Sebastian over me.

Looking back, I saw how similar he was to Thea. Their determination, stubbornness, and refusal to give up on the ones they loved were so much alike. Sometimes I even wondered why they hadn't ended up together.

If they had, it would have been perfect. It might have saved all four of us the heartbreak and pain.

With a sigh, I pushed these thoughts aside. What was done was done. There was no going back. I had to look forward.

I stared at the exterior for a moment, then killed the engine, got out, and stood by my car, looking at his house.

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Before I could chicken out, I took a deep breath and forced myself to walk up to the door. I lifted my hand to knock but hesitated. Shit. I probably looked like a crazy person, but fuck it.

I heard my wolf, who hadn't spoken to me in a long time, making a small rumbling sound as if urging me on. Perhaps the fascinating thing about wolves is that they always know what you as a human need, even when you don't know or understand it yourself.

My thoughts were interrupted by the door suddenly swinging open, revealing Jaxon's angry face.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Aurora?" he almost growled, the coldness in his voice sending a chill down my spine.

"I... I..." I tried to form words, but nothing came out except a jumble of incoherent sounds.

How was I supposed to answer his question when I didn't even know myself why I was here?

"Spit it out!"

I wrapped my arms around myself. This was the first time I truly looked at him. I mean, really saw him.

I saw the pain I'd caused him over the years. I saw it reflected in his eyes and in his attitude toward me. I'd been so selfish, thinking only of myself, never caring about the hurt I inflicted on him.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked, blinking back the tears that were forming.

"Neighbor called saying there was a suspicious woman outside my house," he answered curtly. "Now tell me why you're here."

It was at that moment that I realized once again how stupid I'd been. I had always thought of myself as the good one and Thea as the evil one, yet I'd been so evil to Jaxon. The Moon Goddess might have paired us, but he'd loved me long before the mate bond manifested. And all I'd done was hurt him over and over, not to mention Wyatt. He was just a child who wanted his mother's love, my flesh and blood, and I'd done everything to avoid that reality.

Thinking about everything I'd done to him, I felt ashamed. I remembered how Thea had stood up to me at the parking lot for Leo. I remembered the fire in her eyes, the maternal force she'd unleashed in that moment, somehow subduing my wolf and making her back down, which was incredible. I didn't know how she'd done it, but I was certain she would do anything to protect her pup, while I'd done everything to hurt mine. I didn't even know where to start fixing what I'd broken.

"I don't have all day, Aurora." His sharp voice brought me back to reality.

"I was just driving around, and I ended up here," I said quietly.

The last time I'd seen him was when he told me he was done with me. I'd never really gotten to know Jaxon, so I felt awkward standing in front of him now. Aside from the mate bond I'd rejected for so long and sex, we were basically strangers.

"I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again... I don't want you in my life or my son's," he crossed his arms over his chest, making his physique more prominent.

"I know," I replied, looking down at my feet. I felt so ashamed it was hard to maintain eye contact with him, silence hanging between us.

*Why not start by making amends for your mistakes?* My mother's words floated in my mind.

Was it really that simple? Would he and his son forgive me for years of hurt I'd caused?

"You need to leave, Aurora." Jaxon spoke again. "I don't want my son coming home and finding you here."

My mother's words kept echoing, growing louder in my mind, and I looked up at him. The more I thought about those words, the more I embraced them. Maybe it was time to make amends. As these thoughts settled in my heart, peace washed over me.

This was why I'd come here. Deep down, both my human half and my wolf knew this was what we needed to do.

"Can I stay and see Wyatt?" I pleaded, my eyes filled with desperation. "I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused. Please give me a chance to make it up to you, to redeem myself. I want to be part of his life."

He stared at me for a while, his eyes fixed on mine. I held my breath, waiting for his answer. Waiting to hear what he had to say.

When he shook his head, my heart sank. "No, Aurora, I don't think you understand that it's too late. I gave you so many chances, but you threw them away time and time again. You've broken my son's heart and mine too many times, so I won't let you have the chance to do it again. And I won't let us be your second choice just because Sebastian doesn't want you anymore. We're done, Aurora."

With that, he didn't give me a chance to respond, slamming the door shut, leaving my heart bleeding outside, my wolf letting out a long, mournful howl.

This was all my fault. I was responsible for our heartbreak. If only I'd woken up sooner. If only I'd tried to make amends when I had the chance. If only I hadn't been so stubborn, maybe things would be different. Maybe there'd still be hope for us.

I stood there for a moment, then walked back to my car in defeat, feeling like I'd lost everything. I wiped away the tears that fell like flowing rivers. But I knew he was right; he'd given me so many chances, and I'd wasted them. I had no one to blame but myself.