Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 446

Chapter 446

AELIANA

I grab the bread knife on my bedside table, and I walk out of my room, barefoot and tiptoeing my way to Kingston’s room again.

It’s pathetic.

I thought I wanted to sleep alone, and Kingston has respected my request. I went to bed in my room tonight, and everything was fine until a few minutes ago when I felt a presence in my room. I was having quite the dream when I jerked awake to the feeling that someone had been watching me, someone had been in my room.

Kingston’s door is closed but not locked. I creep inside quietly, shutting the door gently when I see him fast asleep on what is normally my side of the bed. I move towards him without thinking, stalking the bed like a moth drawn to a flame. He doesn’t wake up, so I move quietly, grabbing the laptop beside him so I can sleep next to him. The bright screen catches my attention. I should put it away, but the word mental pulls me in. My eyes scan over the contents. He seems to have been reading an article on mental dissociation and its role in complex trauma cases. I shut it instantly.

I don’t need to read it, I’ve lived it, but he hasn’t, and he’s reading up on it. He’s trying to understand what happened to me, but there’s nothing he’ll ever read that can come close to it all, and I’m never telling him. It’s enough that one of us is broken.

I put his laptop away along with the bread knife and quietly lay beside him, watching the rise and fall of his chest. When does this feeling fade? It should have died when I married him, or at the very least when the honeymoon phase was over, but it lingers deep, even when I try to hate him, I just can’t. Even when I’m this mad at him, he is arguably the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, the man who makes me feel even when I fear I can’t anymore.

How can someone look exhausted in their sleep? And where was he all day? The last I saw of him was when I went upstairs with Evelyn. He didn’t show after that, and while I was grateful he wasn’t hoovering, I was wondering where he went. I move closer to him, pressing my face against his arm, but it’s not close enough for me. I contemplate moving him so I can lie on his arm, but then I don’t want to wake him up, so I try to shift to the other end, where his arm is instinctively stretched out.

“Aeliana,” he groans, his voice heavy with sleep. “What are you doing?”

I freeze, staring down at him. His eyes are still closed, which means he actually heard me the moment I came inside, but didn’t move. “I’m scared.”

His eyes fly open, “What happened?” He asks, “Did you have a nightmare?”

“No, maybe…I don’t know,” I shrug. It wasn’t the dream that woke me up, it was the feeling as I regained consciousness. “But I–it’s nothing.”

He doesn’t push, he just nods. “Okay, I’m glad you came to find me.‘

Now that I’m this close to him, I can feel the heat radiating off his body, he is unusually warm. “Are you okay? You’re kind of warm.”

“It’s nothing,” he dismisses me. “Lie down.” He says, stretching his arm out for me.

He immediately cuddles me the moment I lie down, both his arms wrapped around me.

We both go silent, too silent, it’s awkward, so I speak again. “Kingston.”

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