Chasing The Rejected Luna’s Heart 132
Posted on January 30, 2025 · 0 mins read
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Clara couldn’t believe a word Dimitri said.

“Dimitri, that’s a terrible lie,” she said, frowning. He sighed.

“I know you won’t believe me, but I have no reason to lie,” he replied. Clara scoffed.

“Of course you do. You’ve been lying since we met,” she retorted. He shook his head.

“No, Clara. Everything I’ve said is true. I omitted that I was watching you, but you have to believe me. If we don’t act now, Damon will be in trouble.”

Clara ran her fingers through her hair in frustration. “Let me get this straight. My uncle, who’s killing supernatural beings because of some ancestral inheritance, and his human buddies are trying to frame Damon?”

He nodded. “Yes. I know it sounds absurd…”

“It is absurd, Dimitri. This man you claim is my uncle is human, and I’m not. How is that possible?”

He sighed. “I couldn’t find anything on your parents—it was as if they didn’t exist. When my men and I raided your uncle’s lair, we found this picture…” He reached into his wallet, pulled out a photograph, and handed it to her. “We found this at the lair. That’s the man we’re looking for, and beside him is…”

“Me,” Clara whispered, staring at the picture with wide eyes. There she was, a little girl, smiling next to a tall man with an angry scar on his face. He was looking down at her with a fond expression.

A familiar feeling surged in her heart, but she quickly dismissed it. It couldn't be…

She traced her finger across the picture, a smile appearing on her face. She had genuinely looked happy with him, and so had he. But how was this possible? He was human, and she wasn't.

“How do you know it’s not just some random man?” she asked, turning to Dimitri.

“Because next to the picture was a handwritten letter addressed to you,” he said, producing a piece of paper.

Clara glanced between him and the letter before taking it.

“He left it with the picture. It’s like he knew I was on his trail and wanted me to find it,” Dimitri said. Tears rolled down Clara’s cheeks as she read the letter:

[My little ladybug, I’m sorry I haven’t come for you, and I’m sorry I had to let you live with those animals for so long. I wasn’t a match for them then, but I’m stronger now, and I won’t let you go this time. Your parents left you in my car, and until my last breath, I’ll fulfill your father’s dying wish. Love, Uncle Scarface]

“Why are you crying?” Dimitri asked, standing and wiping her tears.

“I don’t know,” she murmured honestly. The letter stirred an inexplicable emotion within her—a familiar warmth that brought tears to her eyes.

“If he cared so much, why was I abandoned with my old pack? It doesn’t make sense,” she said, staring at the photo and letter.

“I don’t know. Only your uncle can answer that,” Dimitri replied. His eyes urged her to join him in fighting her uncle.

“As much as I’d like to help, I don’t want to risk hurting my child,” Clara said, placing the letter and photo on the table.

“You won’t get hurt. We’ll use you to lure him out, then capture him,” Dimitri explained. Clara frowned.

“You plan on killing him, right?” she asked. He nodded without hesitation.

“Him and the other hunters are a threat. He needs to be stopped,” he said. Clara’s eyes fell on the photo again.

“What if I don’t want him dead?” she asked softly. Despite not remembering him, she felt a strong connection.

“It’s not up for debate, Clara,” Dimitri said, his kindness replaced with seriousness. “I’m doing this for my brother, your husband. Choose: my brother or your uncle?”


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