From Rejected Luna To Lycan Queen (Eloise and Edward) novel Chapter 349

Chapter 349 Group Therapy

ZARA.

A low ache heated my core.

Stop it, Zara. Don’t think about him.

And yet I couldn’t get him out of my head.

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Though I had to admit, fantasizing about my mystery man was better than thinking about Liam.

Fuck I was in trouble.

Yes, he was attractive. Handsome. Lethal. But that didn’t matter. Handsome men could still be monsters. Liam had seemed handsome once too. Ten years ago when we met. Look where that had gotten me.

Broken and alone and shaking off the remnants of a night terror.

Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t use the fantasy to escape reality right?

I snorted softly. I’d added him to my mental rub club alongside my fictional men.

See? No therapy required. Just a little self care.

Was I satisfied?

Echoed again.

My core throbbed at the hidden meaning in the word.

No I wasn’t fucking satisfied.

I focused on his cinnamon and motor oil scent instead of the beer and blood soaked basement. My breathing slowed. My body eased, chasing sensation instead of fear. My fingers drifted down my chest, brushing against my nipples. I groaned, envisioning his hands on my body, ghosting over my ribs teasingly.

I tugged at the edge of my sleep shorts, slid my fingers lower. Heat pooled already. I spread myself, let my fingers explore, let them press where I wanted, where I needed.

I was wet. So wet it was almost too slippery. My breath hitched. My fingers moved without

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thinking, guided by the memory of him.

His hands. His voice. His strength.

That fucking sexy growl.

I shouldn’t want him.

But I did.

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I trembled, hips pressing into myself, back arching slightly.

I came fast, faster than I expected.

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I was panting, body humming with pleasure as I collapsed back on my pillow. The last thing I saw before sleep finally dragged me under was that brief, impossible flash of red in his dark

gaze.

The alarm blared like a banshee. The piercing sound rattled around my skull.

I jerked upright with a strangled curse, heart already racing from the nightmare I hadn’t fully escaped throughout the night.

The adrenaline was still there, clinging to my skin, like sleep had only thinned the terror instead of washing it away. I groaned and shoved the pillow over my head, but it did nothing to muffle the sound. Blindly, I reached across my side table for my phone, nearly knocking it off before my fingers finally closed around it. I squinted at the screen through burning eyes.

9:00 A.M.:

GROUP THERAPY.

Yeah, I went to group therapy. It’s one of the secrets the girls didn’t know about me. I was hundred shades of fucked up.

Shit.

I’d forgotten to turn the damn alarm off. Of course I had. I swiped it silent and collapsed back against the mattress, the sudden quiet ringing louder than the noise had been.

The city hummed faintly outside–distant traffic that never truly quieted–life moving forward like mine wasn’t stuck replaying the same horrors on a feedback loop.

I stared at the ceiling and let the exhaustion settle deep into my bones. I’d already decided I wasn’t going.

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Right?

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Group therapy could fuck right off. I wasn’t sitting in a circle of strangers unpacking my trauma like it was some kind of book club discussion.

No thanks.

I rolled onto my side, dragging the blanket up to my chin. My body ached with exhaustion, the kind that sleep didn’t fix.

Skipping today would prove I didn’t need it.

Wouldn’t it?

My stomach twisted. If I didn’t go… I knew how this ended. Isolation. Impulse. Self–destruction dressed up as control. I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut.

No.

I wasn’t spiraling again.

I lay there for several long minutes, arguing with myself while the morning light slowly brightened the room. I scrubbed a hand down my face and groaned.

“Fuck,” I muttered to the empty room.

Fine. I’d go.

Not because I wanted to. Not because I believed in it. But because I’d promised Bloom, and even if I was pissed he left, there was something about breaking that promise that didn’t sit right in my chest.

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