Eighth-Born Luna (Emily and Nathan) novel Chapter 18

Emily’s POV

“Nathan…” I whispered, my voice trembling with raw pain.

The anger in his golden eyes faded as soon as he saw my face, replaced by panic. He dropped to his knees next to me and gently held my burning face in his hands.

“Look at me, Emily!” His voice was a low, desperate rumble.

I tried. I really tried. But another wave of intense heat crashed through my body, and a helpless, broken whimper escaped my throat.

Nathan muttered a curse. He picked me up in his strong arms. I pressed my face into his neck and breathed him in. Cedar and pine needles. His entire body went rigid.

“We’re leaving.” The command cut through the VIP section. Nathan didn’t bother looking at anyone as he carried me toward the exit. “Move.”

Nobody argued. Not even Marcus.

Nathan carried me through the crowded club, and people quickly moved out of his way. The bass stopped shaking the walls, and the whole room seemed to freeze, but I hardly noticed.

The cool night air hit me as soon as we stepped outside. Normally, I would have shivered, but right now it felt amazing. For a few seconds, the chill soothed the fire under my skin.

Two new black SUVS were idling near the entrance.

Blake was standing by the second vehicle with a young warrior who looked about my age. The moment Nathan arried me out of the club, everything went sideways.

The intoxicating, sweet scent of my heat hit them instantly. Blake’s wolf showed for a split second before he managed to push it down, but the younger guy couldn’t do the same. His nostrils flared, and his pupils dilated as he

tared at me with raw, desperate hunger.

A low, lethal growl rumbled deep in Nathan’s chest.

Back.”

Both warriors froze. Nathan’s Alpha aura exploded across the street, heavy and suffocating.

“I said, back away.”

Blake immediately stepped back, his hand snapping out to yank the younger wolf’s shoulder.

Owen, drop your eyes. Now,” Blake hissed.

Owen. So that was his name. Owen trembled, finally tearing his gaze away from me and staring at the ground.

Nathan walked straight to the first SUV, pulled the passenger door open, and gently helped me into the seat. Before letting go, his hand stayed on my shoulder for a moment.

He walked around the hood and got behind the wheel, starting the engine. Through the windshield, I saw Marcus, Liam, Jessie, and Tessa coming out of the club, heading straight toward their own line of vehicles.

Nathan didn’t wait for them. He slammed the SUV into gear, and the car launched forward.

I looked back in the side mirror. Blake jumped into the second vehicle and pulled out right behind us a moment

later, while Marcus, Liam, and their convoy scrambled into their own four cars to give chase.

Then the city lights blurred, and the drive became a haze. The SUV raced through the dark, streetlights flashing across the windshield. Nathan turned the air conditioning as low as it would go, filling the cabin with cold air, but it didn’t help.

Nothing did.

I curled up in the passenger seat, my stomach twisted in knots. Each breath brought in Nathan’s scent, and each one made the burning inside me worse.

My heart pounded, and my hands shook uncontrollably.

Nyx clawed at my thoughts, pleading, “Closer. Need him. Need him now.”

“Emily.” Nathan’s voice was tense, filled with something dark and hungry.

I looked at him. His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel so hard the leather tore. A muscle witched in his jaw.

He kept his eyes on the road, even when I reached out with a trembling hand and touched his arm, searching for comfort.

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