Get Back The Abandoned Luna (Scarlett and Alexander) novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37

Scarlett’s POV

The heat inside me was rising, curling in my chest, and spreading through every vein until it reached my fingertips. The kind of heat that had nothing to do with the temperature in the car. I shifted, trying to put a sliver of space between us, but Lucien’s hand closed around my wrist before I could move away.

“Where do you think you’re going, hmm, little wolf?” His voice was laced with teasing, but at the same time, it carried a warning.

[ blinked at him. “I wasn’t-”

Don’t play innocent, little wolf,” he said, looping his arms around my waist and pulling me closer–almost sitting me on his ap while we were inside the car. “You’ve been avoiding me since the moment we left the banquet,”

What avoidance?

frowned. “I wasn’t. I even responded to you, didn’t I?”

lis mouth lifted–in a sneer. “What? You think I can’t sense your heartbeat changing when I’m close, and how you’ve been voiding my eyes–not just that, you think you hid it well, but you always raise your guard whenever I’m near you.”

ly breath caught, but I forced my gaze to the window. “You’re imagining things.”

is grip didn’t relent. Instead, his other hand reached out to grasp my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Am I? Have you oticed the

way those Alphas look at you, like you’re theirs to take? And that bastard Kade, he even dared to put his hands on

Valent. You can’t!

know it ould

hands were itching.” I said sharply, the memory of Kade’s smug face making my

en a hellish nightmare.

said, his voice dark and tight. “But it doesn’t change the fact that he touched you. I or touching what’s mine.”

s last word. “W–Whose?”

His gaze held mine, unblinking. “I’ll make sure every damn Alpha in that council remembers it.”

1. e. I wanted to tell him that I wasn’t his to claim, that I still hadn’t even rejected Alexander yet, and whatever een us, it was just temporary. But the words tangled in my throat, because deep down…part of me didn’t hate always claimed me as his.

else tried to claim me as if I were their possession, I would be disgusted.

gely, I liked it when he claimed me.

I tried again, more softly this time, “you can’t just-”

I could finish, he suddenly leaned in, his palm sliding to the back of my neck, and before I could process it, his

was on mine.

kiss, wasn’t gentle. It was hot, hungry, all teeth and heat and frustration–eager to claim me. I couldn’t help but groan as hands, which were on my back, pressed me closer, letting me feel his body heat as my hands pressed to his chest.

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Chapter 37

My tips parted instinctively, and I hated how quickly my body betrayed me, just as much as he yearned for me, I longed for his rouch too

His taste was addictive–intoxicating–and for a moment, I forgot everything–where we were, what this meant, what I should have been focused on instead of doing this with him.

I was lost in his touch, in his abandon.

His other hand trailed down my side, brushing the curve of my waist, circling, gripping my hip as though daring to pull me

sway.

I didn’t resist.

Instead, I found my hands fisting in his collar, pulling him closer. He was the one who ignited the fire; he should be the one o put it out.

couldn’t tell which one of us had the louder heartbeat. But I didn’t care anymore.

He broke away just enough for me to breathe, his forehead resting against mine. “Do you have any idea,” he said between breaths, our foreheads touching as our gazes locked, “what it does to me to see you in that suit, walking into a room full of nen who’d sell their souls for one night with you?”

You’re exaggerating,” I whispered.

So he said, his thumb brushing my lower lip, “I’m not.”

ime catch my breath, his

e in his kiss the

Analf from lack

he sound of fabric shiftin

ucien- I began, but

is when you know

y pulse thud

is eyes gl

tie

mouth found its way back to mine, more insistent this time. I felt the heat of him, the

ise of more if I let him have his way.

alf from the dangerous knowledge that I didn’t want to stop him.

ir as his hand grazed the hem of my clothes. My breath stuttered.

off with another kiss, murmuring against my lips, “You don’t get to tell me you don’t want s I do how much you want me, the same way I yearn for you

ears. “That’s not fair.”

either is wanting something and pretending you don’t. Don’t fool me, little wolf.”

er, and my back pressed into the leather seat. I could feel the controlled strength in the way he handled ve overpowered me easily, but he didn’t. He was holding back, and the restraint made my skin prickle with

the dangerous slide of his hand tugging at the hem of my clothes, the driver’s voice cut through the haze,

we’ve arrived.”

his forehead pressing against mine as if he needed a second to collect himself.

e second time we’d been interrupted just as we were about to cross the line.

rs eyes flicked to us in the rearview mirror, clearly pretending not to notice, making the heat move to my face.

reien curse in a low tone. He gently pulled back, but the frustration in his gaze was palpable. His chest rose and fell

traint.

Chapter 37

Went out one,” he said, his voice low

I didn’t answer—instead. I just looked away and pretended not to hear his words.

My heart was pounding, my lips tingling, my mind scrambling to piece together the walls I’d just let him break down.

When we stepped our of the car, the cool night air should have cleared my head. It didn’t. Every step back towards the packed house felt heavy like the air between us was weighted with something unsaid.

I escaped the moment we walked through the doors, slipping down the hall toward my room–only to almost bump into wering–orn more like someone.

“Scarlet” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up the moment she saw me before her expression faltered. She looked troubled

Is something wrong?” I asked

She hesitated, then glanced past me.

“Lucien’s not here.” I spoke right away after seeing she seemed to be hiding something.

“What’s wrong? You look troubled. Is something going on?” I asked.

“Actually no. I’m just glad to see you” A small, wistful smile tugged at her lips.

I tilted my head. ‘Glad to see me?”

Her gaze softened, but her voice was tinged with something unspoken. “You don’t know how much it means to have another woman here. I’m tired of going through every heat cycle alone, of having no one to talk to about it.” She waved vaguely, cheeks flushing

I stared at her and gave her a smile. I could tell what she was trying to say.

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