No Longer Be your Luna (Jane and Xander) novel Chapter 27

Chapter 27: Knight in Shining Armor.

*Jane*

Around 10 minutes after I hang up the phone, a silver Aston

Martin cut through the driveway with alarming speed. It came

to a sudden stop near the curb, and then the door flew open.

Aaron didn’t even bother turning off the engine. He left the

door wide as he jogged toward me. His hair was messy from

sleep, shirt half–buttoned, coat thrown over his shoulders.

haphazardly.

My wolf howled in excitement at the way he looked at me, pure

concern in his eyes.

“What happened Jane? Did that asshole kick you out?” He

yelled.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My throat

tightened. I wanted to explain, to tell him everything but I

couldn’t speak.

He took a cautious step toward me. His eyes trailed down my

body finally noticing the blood on my sleeve and cheek. Aaron

stopped just inches away from me, so close that I could smell the

Chapter 27: Knight in Shining Armor.

familiar scent of pine forest on him. He reached out slowly, as if

he were afraid that I might shatter. He tilted my chin up, forcing

my eyes to meet his.

“Jane…what did he do to you?”

His face was so close to mine, his chin taut and his eyes.

flickering, as if he would kill someone at my command. At that

crazy moment, I really wanted him to do as told. Rush up to

Xander and make him pay for everything he has done to me.

But I immediately controlled myself. I was not the villain here.

No matter how many tragic stories I told, the judge couldn’t

prevent me from going to prison.

So, I stepped into Aaron’s arms and everything drained out of

1. me. My head fell against his chest and I held onto him. He

wrapped his arms around me. One hand moved to my back,

gently caressing the flesh, and the other slowly began stroking

my hair.

“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “You’re okay now.”

That was all it took to break the damn.

All the pent up anger, humiliation, hurt, resentment, fear

rushed out of me in the form of tears.

Aaron didn’t say anything. He just held me tighter.

I finally cried myself out after what felt like hours, and I

suddenly became very aware of the growing damp patch on his

chest. I blinked and awkwardly stepped back.

“Sorry your shirt…”

He looked down at it briefly, then gave me a shrug and a

crooked smile. “It’s just a shirt.” He picked up my bag from the

ground, then he slipped his hand into mine as if it was the most

casual thing in the world. “Come on. You need to get some

sleep.”

I didn’t ask any questions. I followed him to the car, waiting

briefly as he opened the car door. He helped me into the

passenger seat, closed the door gently behind me, before turning

my hip as he clicked the buckle into place. It was a simple,

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