From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226

Julia’s POV

Honeymoon. Paris. Now.

I could hardly wrap my mind around it. Through our newly strengthened matebond, I felt his excitement bubbling over, a sharp contrast to the confusion and shock still swirling in my chest.

“Paris?” I blurted out again, turning to face him. My voice trembled with disbelief. “When did you even decide this? You’ve got work tomorrow, and… and pack stuff. How are we just… going?”

Matthew grinned, that sly, mischievous look I’d come to adore–and sometimes dread–lighting up his sharp eyes. “It’s a surprise, Julia. I’ve been planning it for a while. Everything’s taken care of. His hand reached over, squeezing mine briefly, and through the matebond, a wave of his eagerness washed over me, warm and infectious. My initial shock started to melt, replaced by a hesitant flicker of joy.

“But what about your responsibilities? The pack?” I pressed, my brow furrowing. I couldn’t help it. I’m a planner, always thinking ten steps ahead. As a nurse, I had shifts lined up, and as an Alpha’s mate, I knew the weight of pack duties. My fingers tightened around his, a mix of worry and excitement battling inside me. “I get that you wanted to surprise me–and

I’m thrilled, really–but what did you mean by ‘beating your dad to the punch“?”

He chuckled, low and deep, the sound rumbling through the car. “My dad’s an old trickster. If he gets time to leave before we’re gone, he’ll step right out of Alpha duties, hand over the reins to me, and then we’ll be stuck managing the pack with no time for ourselves.” Through the matebond, I felt his sincerity, his fierce need to prioritize our relationship over everything else. “I’m not letting that happen. Not now. Not when I’ve got you.”

My worry eased a fraction, his words and emotions sinking in. I could feel how much this meant to him–how much I meant to him. Still, my mind raced with logistics. Then he pulled out his phone, showing me a text he’d just sent to his father: Julia and I are boarding a flight to Paris in 15 minutes. You can’t catch up, so keep handling Alpha duties for now. My eyes widened, a gasp escaping my lips.

“Fifteen minutes?” I squeaked, my heart thudding against my ribs. “Is that for real, or are you just messing with him?”

Matthew’s grin turned downright wicked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s real, babe. So we better hurry.” The excitement in his gaze was contagious, and despite the chaos of it all, a thrill shot through me–a wild, reckless feeling I Own in years. My wolf, Kaia, stirred in my mind, her energy buzzing with anticipation for the adventure.

hadn’t

Before I could overthink it, Matthew grabbed my hand and yanked me out. “Come on!” he urged, his voice a mix of urgency and glee. We bolted across the parking lot, my legs pumping hard to keep up with his long strides. The cool night air bit at my cheeks, my breath coming in sharp bursts as laughter–nervous, exhilarated–spilled from my throat. Through the matebond, his joy roared into me, raw and powerful, like a wolf howling under a full moon. My anxiety morphed into something electric, something alive.

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“Are we really doing this?” I panted, my sneakers slapping against the pavement as we raced toward the terminal.

“Trust me,” Matthew growled, his grip on my hand firm, his eyes locked on mine for a split second. “This is gonna be one of the best memories we ever make.” His certainty, his fierce determination, hit me like a wave, and my heart pounded not just from the run, but from the sheer intensity of being with him.

We burst through the airport doors, dodging a few late–night travelers, and sprinted toward the gate. My lungs burned, adrenaline surging through my veins like wildfire. I couldn’t stop grinning, even as I gasped for air. This wasn’t me- running through an airport with no plan, no checklist–but with Matthew, it felt right. It felt like freedom.

We skidded to a small, luxurious private cabin on the plane, both of us breathless and laughing like idiots. Matthew pushed open the door, and my jaw dropped. The space was stunning–rose petals scattered across a plush carpet, a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket, soft lighting casting a warm glow over everything. On the wall, a collage of photos of us–moments I didn’t even know he’d captured–stared back at me. My breath caught, a lump rising in my throat.

“You… you did all this?” I whispered, rning to take it all in. My voice was shaky, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness, the care. I felt his presence behind me before his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his solid chest. His scent -woodsy, warm, with a hint of wildness–enveloped me, grounding me in the midst of my spiraling emotions.

“You deserve the best, Julia,” he murmured into my ear, his voice low and tender. “Always.” I turned in his arms, my hands

sliding up to cup his face, and kissed him deeply.

In that moment, every lingering doubt, every worry about pack duties or my new role as his mate, dissolved. All that

remained was us, the

ength of our bond pulsing between us, and the promise of Paris ahead.

We settled into the plush seats of the private cabin, my hand still tangled with his, fingers interwoven like they were made to fit. The plane began to taxi, the rumble of the engines vibrating through me

I glanced at Matthew in the dim cabin light. His sharp profile sent heat straight to my core. Through our bond, I felt his fierce pride in surprising me and something darker–raw hunger that instantly made my pussy throb.

As we lifted off, Matthew turned to me, eyes almost black with desire. He leaned in, his lips brushing mine teasingly before pressing harder. What started gentle quickly turned hungry as his tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me completely. His large hand pressed against my lower back, pulling me closer until I felt the hard ridge of his erection against my thigh.

The intimacy–rose petals scattered across plush carpet, champagne chilling in ice, soft lighting casting shadows–made every sensation more intense. My nipples hardened against my bra, and I felt myself getting wet just from his kiss.

“What if our honeymoon starts right now?” he growled against my lips. His words sent another rush of wetness between my thighs.

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