Luna's Deadly Deception: How She Made Her Alpha Pay novel Chapter 82

She took another step towards us, almost like she wanted to do something about it. Like she’d get in and pull me out if she could.

She couldn’t do that though, not when Quentin was here. There was only so much she’d do before his coldness would be directed at her.

I enjoyed this, watching her in this state and getting to see such a look in her eyes. Given the chance, I’d love to see that look in her eyes over and over again.

"Alright then." Quentin reached for the elevator button and pushed the one for the fourth floor.

I stayed back watching as he took the spot beside me. His eyes remained fixed on me despite all my attempts at keeping a respectable distance away from him.

"There won’t be any media or paparazzi to take unsolicited photos of us." Quentin immediately went on to explain.

"Oh, so no ‘unexpected pictures’?" I asked, not bothering to hide the sarcasm in my voice.

He shook his head. "There’s none of that I promise. The reason I asked you to use to the elevator was me was because I still knew about your condition and how delicate you are at this moment."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. "More like pulled me in."

He still had no clue about my present condition and fully believed that in the event that something was to happen, I wouldn’t be able to defend myself.

"I did it to protect you Thea." He said, his tone softer than before.

A small smile tugged at my lips. "You don’t need to explain much."

He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably, his gaze flicking to me ever so slightly. "You were pretty angry. I didn’t want any other misunderstandings between us."

I seemed angry? Seemed was a pretty good understatement of how livid I’d been that day. If it weren’t for the shred of self-control I still had, he’d have faced my wrath.

Instead of saying all that, I shook my head gently. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, the small ding of the elevator cut me off.

The doors slid open on their own. I tried to speak again but this time, another voice speaking made me pause.

Quentin had an aura of dominance that surrounded him, even capable of making other Alphas submit to him.

And yet the boy simply glanced at the wolf claw resting dangerously close to his neck.

"You wanna leave yet?" Quentin asked. "You could always do that if a certain billionaire Alpha is wasting your time."

The teen glanced at the claw one last time before a small smile tugged at his lips. He pushed Quentin’s hand away, the smile never leaving his face.

"I was just kidding. Geez."

"Yeah, I thought so." Quentin mumbled under his breath before retracting his wolf claws back into hands.

I stared at the sight, unable to hide the amusement in my eyes. It was strange seeing that the body hadn’t lashed out at Quentin’s obvious threat.

It was pure werewolf instinct for wolves never to accept being provoked. Regardless of how developed technology was now and the many societal advancements we’d made today, it didn’t erase the primal instinct that every werewolf had, something that had been ingrained in our genes right from birth.