Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 343

NOAH

My headache is gone now, has been since Rowan woke me up a few hours ago and fed me. I slept through dinner, and he came to find me sometime around two or three, and we had my favourite sandwich together. No idea how he learned that, but it tasted so good, and my energy was instantly rejuvenated.

I’m staring at the ceiling after riding his dick, clueless and suffocating.

“Are you okay?” He asks, brushing his knuckles over my cheek the touch so fleeting it's criminal.

I scoot up, balancing against my pillows. “Noah?”

“No,” I slowly shake my head, wishing I still had that damn headache.

He shifts, staring at me with concern I don’t deserve to get. “What hurts?”

“Nothing,” I look away, staring at the wall. “But my chest,”

“Lay down,” he reaches for him, trying to get me to lie down. “I’ll get Maddox.”

“Stop,” I sigh, my eyebrows furrowing. “You don’t have to get him, and why are you so calm? If I did need him, then how would you even explain to him what was happening here? It's too early for you to just be here for a casual visit.”

“He knows.”

“Excuse me,” I frown, unsure if I heard him correctly. I’m rather sleep deprived today, but Rowan repeats the same thing that I just heard. “You told him?” I gasp.

“No, he has eyes, Noah.” He smiles, sliding his hand around my waist. Rowan is big on physical touch, and I don’t like being touched after sex, but lately I find myself craving any and every form of contact when we’re together. “Everyone knows about us.”

I pause.

So that’s Aeliana, Kingston, Maddox, and a few of the staff who have seen him sneak into my room tonight. But Danielle still doesn’t know because—

“She knows too,” he softly says, somehow reading my mind. “She knows I’m with you right now.”

I pull away from him, watching him. Waiting for him to say it's a joke but he doesn’t. It takes me a few seconds to find my words again. Danielle acts like she doesn’t know, she’s been very normal around me, she leaves us together in rooms, and if she knows then this is even more weird than it initially was. “And this is okay for you both?” I frown, “I don’t understand your fucked up relationship but—”

“We are not doing anything wrong,” he tells me, his tone high-handed and soft still. “She wanted an open marriage, and I wanted you.”

“Isn’t it cheating?”

“No, I’ve never acted on it.” He swallows, “I have been a gentleman with you and her.”

“True, “I nod. They’re both getting what they want, I’m not, I thought I could do this purely for pleasure, but I can't, it’s evolved into something more. I should be basking in the afterglow of my orgasms, but instead, my chest hurts. “I can’t do this anymore rowan, I don't want to be in the middle of you two. Danielle is your mate, you love her, you have something special.”

“Why not?” He frowns, appearing genuinely confused when he is the reason we can’t be together. Every reason is on his end, I have nothing holding me from starting anew with a man I love except the fact that I’m falling for him, and I don’t know how to stop, much less when he says things like that to me.

“You have a mate,” I swallow. “You have a wife. Where do I fit into this? I’m your mistress.” I choke out. I’ve become the very person I’ve grown to hate, I kept judging Audrey for wanting Kingston when he’s clearly taken, and now I’m her. I'm my mom?

Oh God, the thought makes my stomach turn violently. “You’re not my mistress,” Rowan says, wiping my tears away. “That’s not nearly what I think of you as, Noah. Your place is by my side, in my arms, that’s where you fit.”

“Stop being romantic,” I slap his hand away. “You can’t do that with me.”

He pulls me into a hug, gently rubbing my back as I lose it. Now I know I’m a mess, this situation has me fucked up, I shouldn’t be crying now, I should wait until later, so I can cry to Aeliana, but I can’t keep it together. Rowan doesn’t say anything, he lets me cry for a while, and he holds me until I pull myself together.

“Noah.” He sighs when I finally pull away, wiping my tears with the sheet covering me.

I shake my head, I just cried in the arms of the reason I’m hurt. “I don’t like this, Rowan. I think I’m falling in love with you, and I can't go down that road, you're not mine,” I say, the words bitter on my tongue, but we both need to hear them. “You’ll never be mine, I’ll always get pieces of you when she's not looking, I can’t be your mistress.”

“You’re not,” he insists.

“I fucking am,” I huff. “You are mated, and married, what does it make me for spreading my legs for you every time we’re alone like a damn cat in heat?”

He frowns, “Is this why you’re crying because you think you’re my mistress?”