I Refuse To Be Your Luna (Flourish and Harold) novel Chapter 7

Lady Flourish’s POV 

“Harold…” A voice said breathily. “We can’t do this here.” 

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Finished 

I glanced at Damian, who was staring at me with the same blank but knowing expression. 

Harold was with Phina again. 

In a stall probably down the hall, blowing off everything important happening in that banquet hall because of the same woman. 

Again. 

My wolf snarled before I could stop her as uncontrollable rage flooded my veins. 

That damned woman. What exactly does she have over Harold that has made him act so irrationally over the years and even on this night? 

“You have a decision to make,” Damian’s voice cut through my train of thought. 

I gasped, slightly startled. “What do you mean?” 

He crossed his arms and stepped forward, his muscles rippling with each movement. “Your supposed mate is being intimate with another woman. Judging from your reaction,” he stepped closer until he was inches away from me, then lowered his lips to my ear. “you already know about this.” 

I swallowed. “So what am I supposed to do? I already said I was done with him.” 

He chuckled, a deep, rich sound that once again, made my knees weak. I didn’t like it. 

“Are you sure that’s what you want, Little Flower?” He pulled back, staring at me intently. 

My wolf began to squirm, and I looked away, biting my lower lip. 

Why would he ask me that? 

Sure, he had known me so well at a time in my life. But he didn’t know anything about me now. He knew nothing about the challenges I survived, just to get to where I was. 

“Oh Harold!” Phina’s moans echoed again in the silence. 

Who was I to interfere if Harold thought I was unworthy? Who was I to force him to reciprocate the love I had tried so desperately to show him for the past six years? 

“Yes. It’s what I want,” I said squarely, meeting Damian’s gaze head on. “And I would appreciate it if you left me alone for the rest of tonight.” 

I walked out of the bathroom and headed straight to the banquet hall, my dress still slightly damp with a bright red stain on it. 

My wolf was basically clawing at the surface, begging to be let loose. I stood at the door, drawing in deep breaths. 

Damn this stupid event. 

Fuck that I even thought I could stand all of this. 

Fuck that I allowed Harold to see me again. To touch me and have everyone believe he still had me in his grip. 

I pulled my thoughts together and walked in, keeping my expression neutral. 

All eyes turned to me, and somehow, they had began to realize that Harold wasn’t with me. 

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