From Rejected Mate to Luna (Julia White) novel Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Julia’s POV

I closed the door to my guest room with more force than necessary,

the sound echoing through the quiet space. My heart was still racing

from that mortifying encounter with Matthew. Had I really just

accused the Alpha of Spring Valley of having feelings for my ex-

boyfriend? Out loud?

“Smooth move,” I muttered to myself, dropping onto the edge of the

bed.

The headache that had been threatening all evening was finally

making its appearance. I thought about how quickly Matthew had invited Abigail for coffee after our awkward exchange. Abigail clearly

had a thing for him–it was obvious from the way her face lit up at his

invitation. And he’d accepted readily enough, which meant he

couldn’t possibly be interested in Daniel, right?

But that still didn’t explain his hot–and–cold behavior toward me. If he simply disliked me, I could understand that. But this back–and- forth–cold when I first arrived, then professional during meetings, then almost friendly when I was with Daniel, and now back to hostile

-it made no sense.

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Maybe he was just moody. The legendary Alpha Matthew Collins,

feared by rogues and respected by neighboring packs, was actually

just a man with unpredictable mood swings. The thought should have

been amusing, but my pounding head wasn’t in the mood for humor.

I needed to talk to someone who wasn’t here in Spring Valley,

someone removed from this whole embarrassing situation. My fingers

found my phone, and before I could second–guess myself, I was typing

a message to my mother.

y Mom, how are things at home?

I waited, watching the screen. Three dots appeared almost

immediately, then disappeared, then reappeared again. Finally, a

response came through:

Things are a bit chaotic right now, sweetie. Your father is dealing with

some pack business.

I frowned at the vagueness. Before I could type a follow–up, another

message appeared:

Everything is fine though! Progress is being made. Don’t worry about us.

That last part–don’t worry–was exactly the kind of thing that made

me worry. I tried probing further:

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What kind of pack business? Is it about Nathan?

This time the response took longer, and when it came, it was

frustratingly brief:

Nothing for you to worry about. How’s your project going?

ighed and tossed my phone aside. Classic deflection. Whatever was

appening back home, my mother clearly wasn’t going to share it

with me. The distance between us felt wider than ever.

My gaze drifted to the window, where the waxing moon hung in the

night sky, nearly full. Its silvery light spilled across my bed,

reminding me of all the times my father had told me stories about the

Moon Goddess and her gifts to our kind. The most sacred of those

gifts was supposed to be our fated mates.

Fat lot of good that had done me.

I hugged my knees to my chest, thinking about Matthew’s rudeness

tonight. The way he’d ordered Jason away, the accusations in his eyes

when he looked at me, the cold dismissal in his voice. It reminded me

of how Daniel had been different–gentle, respectful, kind. Daniel had

made me feel and in a way no one else ever had.

If I

together would be so brief, would I have done

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things differently? The thought slipped into my mind unbidden. If I

had known Nathan would try to kill him, if I had known I’d have to

push Daniel away to keep him safe…

I would have given myself to him completely.

The realization crashed over me like a wave. I would have let him take

me, mark me, make me his in every way possible. Not because I

needed a mating mark or because I wanted to be claimed, but because

I had loved him. I still did, somewhere in the hollow space in my

chest.

Even without a mark, even without forever, I would have wanted to

experience that connection with him–just once.

Heat bloomed low in my belly at the thought–an unfamiliar

sensation that both startled and intrigued me. I hadn’t felt anything

resembling desire since before the attack, but now it flickered to life,

an ember in the darkness. My skin felt suddenly sensitive, my clothes

too restrictive against my skin.

Daniel and I had kissed, had touched, but never crossed that final

line. He’d always held back, worried about what it might mean, about

me getting hurt. We’d done some exploration–his hand sliding under

my shirt, my fingers tangled in his hair–but he’d always pulled away when things got too intense. I’d read about what came next, seen it in movies, heard other girls in the pack whisper about it, but I’d never

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