No Longer Be your Luna (Jane and Xander) novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: If I can’t have you…

*Jane*

I managed to pull myself up on my elbows. I brought my blanket up. “Why are you here?”

“The door was unlocked.” He moved closer even as I inched away from him. “I just wanted to be with my Luna.” He was stroking my hair now, running his fingers through it and letting it fall to my face. His touch was familiar, too familiar. I tried to shake off the feeling of deja vu, but it wouldn’t go away. ‘I don’t want us to fight any more, Janet. It was all just a little misunderstanding.”

I stared at him, still struggling in my head to accept that he was here now, in my bed, in the middle of the night. “What are you talking about? Aren’t you supposed to be with your girlfriend?”

It almost a full moon and my wolf was desperate to reclaim what was hers even though I recoiled at the smell of Mia’s perfume

clinging to him.

Before I could process his presence fully, Xander leaned forward, closing the distance between us. His lips found mine with surprising accuracy given his less than sober state.

“Xander-“I muttered, “Stop it” My wolf whined in protest as I

pulled away, but I ignored her. I pressed my

chest and pushed him away.

Xander didn’t listen to me. He traced my bottom lip with his

thumb and as he pressed himself against me, I could feel his erection. “Is this not what you want? For me to be inside you again?”

Heat flashed through me. I was furious. Did he think this was what I wanted? After all the humiliation and betrayal I’d endured, he thought he could just stumble in here drunk and

claim me?

But before I could voice my outrage, Xander moved with his Alpha speed. One moment I was propped up and the next, he had me pressed into the mattress. He pinned my wrists above my head, holding me down with an iron grip.

“Your heart is racing, Jane,” he murmured as he dipped his head

to run his nose along the column of my throat. “Your body

remembers me.”

He was right, damn him. My traitorous wolf recognized her Alpha. Xander knew that, and that was why he employed this tactic. I should push him away. I should scream. I should remind

him of Mia.

Instead, when his free hand slipped beneath my pajama top,

Chapter 7: I can’t have you…

when his fingers possessively caressed my ribs, I arched into his

touch. And when he tugged the fabric of my top upward, I

couldn’t resist any longer.

I pulled him closer. My claws extended and I dug them into his

back. I tore through his shirt, making sure to leave a mark. He

was mine. Just as I reached down to unbuckle his belt, Xander

pulled back. I blinked in confusion.

“What?”

“If you want to continue,” he began. His voice sounded clearer

than it had only moments ago. A knot began to form in my

stomach. “You need to drop this whole boyfriend nonsense.”

It felt like someone had dumped a full bucket of ice water over my head. I felt sick to my stomach. Xander had played me… again. He had manipulated me. Again.

“Get off me!” I growled. I shoved him with enough force that he had to catch himself on the edge of the bed.

I could feel my hands shaking. Why? I heard my wolf ask. But I didn’t have an answer for her. I snatched my pajama top from where he’d tossed it and yanked it back over my head. “So you come into my room, drunk, kiss me, I’d just forget everything?”

Xander straightened and flexed his shoulders. “You’re my wife,

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