Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107

Emily’s POV

Breakfast with Declan was a routine now. I hated it. I hated that Cindy didn’t even ask if I was going anymore.

I hated how my body reacted the second I walked into his room. But most of all, I hated the mark on my throat

that throbbed every time he looked at me

A small part of me was already expecting him.

Declan was standing by the window when I walked in. His dark shirt was half–unbuttoned, and he held a glass of wine. His eyes moved up to mine, and that slow, familiar smile appeared.

“There’s my little wolf.”

I ignored it and walked to the table.

“You drugged me,” I said. My voice was flat.

Declan didn’t even look guilty. “Mm. I did.”

I stared at him, stunned. “You’re just admitting it?”

He let out a short laugh and walked toward me. “How else was I supposed to get around that mate bond of yours?”

“You manipulated me,” I snapped.

“I adapted.” He sat down across from me, looking relaxed. “There’s a difference.”

I bit my lip to keep from screaming. Declan watched me for a moment, his expression turning darker, more focused.

“My father was a fool,” he said calmly.

The change in topic caught me off guard.

“He spent centuries hunting down one Luna after another like they were temporary medicine,” Declan said, eaning back. “He was always desperate. Always starving. Always consuming too much too quickly because he

couldn’t control himself.”

A chill ran down my spine.

“He never thought long–term.” His eyes locked onto mine. “He never realized a Luna didn’t have to die all at ɔnce.”

My stomach twisted. “What are you talking about?”

Declan’s smile was terrifyingly calm. “You and I could rule forever.”

“No.” He tilted his head. “I’m patient. Remember?”

My heart skipped a beat.

“I spent years collecting stories and legends. Witches, bloodlines–anything connected to Lunas.” He picked up a grape, rolling it between his fingers. “Eventually, the pieces started to fit.”

I stared at him, horror building in my gut.

“That wound my father had? The one that wouldn’t heal?” Declan said casually. “That wasn’t luck.”

‘No…”

He smiled. “I arranged it.”

I felt like the floor was falling away.

“There was a pack stupid enough to think they could kill the Rogue King,” he said. “Their Alpha and entire pack

lied for that mistake.”

The destroyed pack and Alpha that sacrificed. The one Nathan told me about. Goddess.

Declan watched the realization hit my face with dark amusement. “They thought their witch had received a message from the Priest that was having signs from Moon Goddess. She hadn’t.”

“Zendaya,” I whispered.

Declan’s smile widened. “There’s my smart girl.”

His hands slid along my thighs, and the mark on my neck pølsed.

Declan kissed the side of my neck, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin that drove me toward a breaking point. I was breathing too fast, and my thoughts were moving too slow. Everything felt dizzy and wrong, but it felt good

He pulled back just enough to look at me. My vision was blurred, and the sheer satisfaction on his face terrified me.

“There she is.”

It wasn’t obedience or fear he wanted. It was dependence.

He brushed his thumb across my swollen lips, then suddenly stepped back. He left me sitting there, aching for the contact to come back. I stared at him, my head spinning.

‘Declan…”

He let out a low laugh. “No, little wolf. Not yet.”

Frustration flashed through me, and his smile only widened.

“My father destroyed everything because he couldn’t think past his own hunger,” he said, calmly adjusting his cuffs as if he hadn’t just wrecked my composure. “I won’t make that mistake.”

I hated how beautiful he looked. I hated how badly I wanted him to walk back over to me. He saw every bit of it on my face and loved it.

“You need test,” he said smoothly. “You have another trial tonight.”

The reminder was like a bucket of ice water. Reality rushed back in the castle, the trials, Nathan. I forced myself

to find my voice.

“I’ll never be yours,” I whispered.

Declan walked back to me and tilted my chin up gently.

“You already crave me, Emily.”

The worst part was that my body agreed before I could even open my mouth to lie