From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 347

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My dragon had a different thought entirely. He wanted our blood smeared there instead, crimson against that soft mouth, sealing a bond she didn’t even know existed yet. The image hit hard enough to make my pulse kick.

That was the moment it startled me. I’ve been dreaming about her for months now, and each time I woke up, the beast in me wanted her, I’ve tried to hold it down for long because after all, I have someone who was ready to fill in the place of a mage back home.

I thought I was just checking out a gorgeous woman. Turns out she wasn’t just pretty.

She was mine.

“Fuck.”

My dragon stirred low and satisfied at the admission.

‘And she felt me watching,‘ he said with satisfaction.

Humans always do, somewhere deep in their animal brain. Prey knew when a predator was lurking.

She didn’t see me, but she felt me. I saw it in the way her shoulders tightened, the way her pulse kicked, the way her attention kept drifting back to where I stood in the shadows.

I told myself I would just watch. Just take the edge off the loneliness and go.

Stupid.

Now my dragon was fully awake and clawing at my insides, and I knew exactly what would satisfy him. Blood. Not bagged. Not even directly from the vein would do unless it was the gorgeous redhead with the emerald green eyes and spitfire attitude.

Coming here was a mistake. I repeated that for the umpteenth time. But loneliness makes you do dumb shit. I told myself one look once a year at my old life wouldn’t matter.

It mattered.

I felt the push from the dragon when I did it, that instinct to remove obstacles, to clear the path between me and what he wanted.

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And the assholes who threatened her were slaughtered. Burnt with dragon fire.

He shoved me straight into a situation I should have stayed out of. Not that my little pookie needed my help.

I huffed a breath that almost turned into a laugh, remembering her pulling a knife, eyes lit with that wild, barely contained violence. She hadn’t hesitated. Hadn’t flinched. She had been ready to stab that asshole without blinking.

I liked that more than I should have.

But when the men at the table turned on her, when their attention shifted from drunk and loud to dark and deliberate, something in me snapped. I could taste their intent from across the bar. Thick. Rotting. Wrong.

‘Burn them.’

The dragon roared it like a war cry, and for once we were perfectly aligned.

Did I regret stepping in?

Fuck no.

Slamming that guy’s face into the table had been the best part of my night. Hearing his nose break under my hand had been music to my ears.

‘Mine,’ the dragon said it again. Possessive in a way that felt carved into bone. I should have felt relieved. Instead, I felt fear. Because this wasn’t just attraction. It wasn’t just hunger. My dragon

chose her.

ZARA.

I was bone tired when I got home.

I planned to take full advantage of Jack closing down at midnight and catch up on some much needed sleep. Working five nights a week at a bar combined with chronic nightmares made sleep almost impossible.

I locked the door, checking the deadbolt and chain twice out of habit. Not like those locks could really keep anyone out. But the ritual steadied something inside me. I stood there a second longer, eyes sweeping the room.

Bed untouched, blanket rumpled, exactly how I’d left it. The fire escape window behind my

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couch was closed. There was a part of my paranoia that needed proof I was safe here. The best part about my small studio flat was the lack of hiding places.

I tossed my keys onto the counter. The laminate was peeling up at the edges, fake wood curling like dead skin.

I shivered.

The heater was still broken. It had been for weeks. I doubted my landlord would fix it anytime soon. The elevator had been out of commission since I moved in a year ago. Living on the fourth floor had definitely made my legs stronger.

My breath fogged in front of me. The chill in the air rattled my bones. I should shower. Boil the cold out of my bones.

Instead I went to the fridge. The light flickered when I opened it. Empty shelves stared back at me. A pizza box sat on the top rack. I grabbed the last slice of cardboard and bit into it. The crust was stiff. I chewed once. I frowned and glanced down at the slice in my hand. Maggots writhed across the cheese. My stomach heaved. The slice slipped from my fingers, and I spat into the sink. I staggered back, gagging, bile burning the back of my throat.

“What the fuck?”

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