Alpha’s Rue: His Shunned Luna (Athena Enchanted) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68

AELIANA

After drinking the concussion that Maddox made, I don’t need to sleep anymore. It works fast, I’m back to my old self in no time, and that too with a renewed energy. I end up spending my day drawing on my bed, my mind hasn’t felt this clear in weeks, and I haven’t been this satisfied either. The flowers in the garden that I’ve been trying to draw for days? I draw them from memory, and after my second attempt, I don’t rip and crumple the paper.

There is something calming in the medication that Maddox gave me, but that calm leaves me the moment Kingston steps into my room. Danielle was in here moments ago to borrow a charger, and she hadn’t closed the door all the way.

I was going to play sleep had he knocked, but he simply entered without knocking and now here he is, watching me from my door. “Aeliana,” he breathes.

“Hi,” I swallow, putting my things together in hopes of passing time, but I only had a pencil and two notebooks, so that hardly passes three seconds.

“Recovered yet?” He asks, watching me intently.

“Yes,” I nod, trying to avoid his gaze. “Maddox’s remedy works wonders, thank you.”

“Why haven’t you eaten?” He frowns, staring a little too hard. “People will think that I starve you.”

“They wouldn’t,” I smile, taking my books where they belong. I’m starved for a lot, and food doesn’t make the top 100 list. “They’d thank you if that were the case.”

Kingston walks inside, and I freeze, my heart hammering against my chest. “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” I nod, scratching the back of my head. He steps closer, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead.

“You’re a little cold, but that’s properly because you’re not wearing clothes,” he murmurs, his eyes staring me up

and down.

I feel naked now, tugging at the hem and pulling it down, but it hardly covers. “I am,” I argue, still avoiding eye contact with him. I can’t look at him without the shameful reminder of how it is that I acted last night.

“Now that you’ve recovered,” he begins, “Look at me.” He orders.

My mind fights against it, but my body surrenders, my gaze meets his, and he nods to the bed. The memory of him in it is fresh, distracting. He held me like he wouldn’t let go.

Kingston is pacing in front of me.

It’s not until I look up again that he finally speaks. “First of all, I think it would be in your best interests if you drank a little less or quit at once.”

“Why?” I frown.

“You clearly can’t handle your liquor,” he says, appearing a bit angry. I knew he was upset with me but I can’t turn back time, I can simply prepare myself for the next time I drink-mildly.

“No,” I gulp. “The thing is, I was drinking on my way to the club, I had a few shots backstage too, and then wine.”

“And it didn’t occur to you that you’d get alcohol poisoning?”

I don’t answer.

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I think my body became accustomed to alcohol poisoning from all the competitive drinking my sorority would engage in back when I was a student in Clinshore Pack. We’d drink till four and still show up sober for our eight AM classes. But I don’t tell him that, that’d be another reason for him to judge me.

“Whatever,” he says. His words are accompanied by a growl of frustration. “Only drink what you can handle because the next time you get that drunk and tease me? I’ll break your cunt.”

I pause, only one word sticking with me. It echoes so loudly in my head that I can’t hear what he says next, I assume it’s nagging but I can’t move past that one haunting word. “Tease you? I did no such thing.”

“Do you have a better term for what happened last night? How would you describe what you did?”

“I was just flirting, I was drunk, okay?” I frown, unable to sit still anymore. His towering over me from this much of a height makes me uneasy. “Don’t make a big deal out of this one time.”

He grabs me by the wrist and yanks me closer, “Grinding on my cock until you came in the backseat of Rowan’s car is not flirting, Aeliana Hartley Vale, falling asleep with your hand brushing over my cock wasn’t flirting either. Neither was asking me for kisses. You were teasing me,” he growls. “I might have held back just fine but there’s no telling next time, and you thank your lucky stars it was me that you threw yourself at, any other would-”

“Stop,” my voice trembles. I know what he is about to say, I know it’s true. “I’m not a tease okay?” I snap, unable to just let it go. I tell myself it’s just a word, just nonsense he’s blurting out but I can’t hear that word again, not in this way. “Take off your shirt.”

He blinks, obviously taken aback by my words. “Excuse me?”

“Take it off,” I repeat. “Let me finish what I started.”

“I am not taking my shirt off for you,” he says, eyeing me like I’m some freak show he can’t fathom. “I am not going to play whatever little game this is.”

“Game?” I scoff.

There’s nothing fun about him calling me a tease, and to show him just how serious I am about this, I walk toward my door, locking it with force. He appears alarmed when the clock clicks, “There are no games here, we’re fucking, husband.” 1

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