No Longer Be your Luna (Jane and Xander) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19: The Rules to the Game.

*Aaron*

I’ve developed inappropriate feelings for another Alpha’s Luna.

It was stupid. And now, I was in serious trouble.

I watched her from a distance, unable to tear my gaze away. Jane stood at the edge of the deck, fingers brushing the polished rail, her head tilted back as she took it all in. I could see the

fascination in her eyes, and I was happy I’d been able to give her

this moment.

I couldn’t stop looking at her, not when she looked so beautiful. The sun kissed her skin, wind blowing her wavy hair softly. She looked like she’d walked right out of my dream, just to torture

1. me.

My wolf, Fen, stirred uneasily. Again? I asked him. What is going on?

I don’t know what this is. But I feel it too. It’s… magnetic. He responded.

That was the problem. I felt it. Every damn time she walked into a room, every time she looked at me. But it was wrong. She

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belonged to someone else.

“Have you never been on a yacht before?” I asked, leaning

against the railing, arms crossed

She cocked her head. “Do I look like someone who spends her

weekends sipping champagne on a yacht?”

“Your Alpha husband is a billionaire,” I pointed out. “This is New

York. Half the billionaires in the city own yachts. It wouldn’t be

strange if their Lunas spent time on them.” She lowered her

gaze

and turned her attention back to the sea. Wait… “You’ve really

never been on one of these before?” I asked again, slower this

time.

She shook her head, smiling softly. “Maybe he’s just not

interested in things like this.”

“Or maybe,” I said, raising a brow. “He’s just boring.” That earned

me a guarded look. “But you… you’re not boring at all.”

Jane rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Careful, I might start believing

you think I’m exciting” She turned to face me and folded her

arms, waiting for an answer.

I didn’t say anything right away. Instead, I let my gaze drop, just

briefly, tracing her lips, the curve of her jaw, the pulse ticking at

her throat. When I looked up again, she gasped lightly.

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“I think you know what I’m trying to say,” I said, stepping closer.

“I’m more exciting than I look. That’s why we’re here, isn’t it? To

add some excitement to your otherwise very dull life.”

Jane glared at me. She took an angry step back and bit her lip as

if trying to control herself. But that movement had the opposite

effect on me.

“My life’s not dull,” she finally said.

“No?” I tilted my head. “Then what is it?”

“Complicated.”

“Good,” I murmured with a grin. “I’m very good at resolving…

complications.”

Jane swallowed heavily, staring at me under those beautiful

lashes of hers. My eyes drifted down to her parted lips. Fuck. I

wanted to kiss her, badly.

I wasn’t sure why I kept trying to piss her off, but I couldn’t help

myself. Maybe I liked watching her try to not react. Or maybe I

loved seeing her tiny nostrils flare up in barely restrained anger.

I had no right wanting her. She might break my heart. Might

shatter every single part of me. And still, I’d risk it. I’d risk it all.

Chapter 19: The Rules to the Game

I could feel my wolf stirring with the urge to move closer. But

we had to be cautious. I didn’t want to scare Jane off.

If I could bottle the way she was looking at me right now, I’d guard it with my life. Hell, if I could have her eyes on me like that again, I’d throw my heart off a rooftop a thousand times. with a smile on my face.

“Come on,” I said to her, nodding toward the staff waiting discreet distance away. “Lunch is ready.”

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Jane moved to me immediately and I placed a hand on the small of her back, making sure to ignore the way it made me feel.

“Why don’t we take a look?” I grinned down at her and ushered her in.

The crew had done well. The dining area on the upper deck was set with crisp white linen. Champagne was already waiting in a silver bucket, surrounded by crystal glasses, a spread of fresh seafood, truffle pasta, summer salad and delicate pastries.

Jane stiffened. She stopped at the edge of the table, brow lifting. “This is… a bit much.”

“Would you rather I’d hand you a bag of fries and a soda?”

She smirked. “That would’ve been more my style.”

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“But not nearly as fun,” I said, pulling out her chair. “Princess, let

habit I tell you.”

minimal makeup. But here, now, she seemed different, at ease.

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