Pursuing My Rejected Luna by Cara Anderson novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Jaxon

I went to Nicolai’s office a few days ago to ask him something. I don’t remember now what it was. Something unimportant-something about Benji’s schedule, maybe, or a question about the estate’s arrangement for the week. Something that required a thirty-second conversation and I had nothing better to do so I chose that moment to seek him out.

I’d give anything to have that moment back now, to make a different decision. To find something else to do.

I heard sounds before I arrived but didn’t fully register them, just assumed it meant he was there. I walked the last few feet to his door and stopped cold.

The door wasn’t fully shut, leaving a crack wide enough to see into the room clearly. I wish I could unsee what I saw. I haven’t been able to stop seeing it since.

I should have stepped back immediately. I know that. Knew it within the first second, the way you know something before your mind has fully caught up to your body’s understanding of a situation. But my wolf reacted.

Not with aggression-nothing so clean as that. Just the raw, involuntary response of a wolf to something that hits every territorial instinct simultaneously. The specific visceral shock of seeing the woman who is still, technically, bound to you, with another man. On his desk. Her voice making sounds I didn’t know she made.

I wanted to look away, I really did. But I couldn’t in the way you can’t look away from a train wreck as it’s happening. Nicolai was fisting her hair, pulling her head back brutally to reach her lips with his. And the kiss… the kiss was savage, like he was trying to consume her and brand his taste on her at the same time.

Her voluptuous tit was in his other hand, his fingers working the peaked nipple with vicious pinches and pulls. All the while, he fucked her like a beast, slamming into her over and over again relentlessly, the sound of her wet pussy squelching and their skin slapping filling the room until it almost drowned out everything else. Almost.

Not the sounds of pure ecstasy she was making with every punishing thrust, though. Those I could still hear loud and clear. Still hear them in my dreams if I’m being totally honest.

But her face. That’s what I can’t stop seeing. Not the act-I’ve managed to blur that in the way your brain sometimes mercifully blurs things. But her face. The exact expression on it. I have never seen that expression. Not once in three years.

It’s what perfect must look like if perfect had a face. Like love and lust and fulfilled need and pure joy all rolled into one. I’ll never forget that face, not as long as I live.

I backed out. Silently, quickly, just as they were finishing. But it wasn’t soon enough. Because if seeing them together that way wasn’t my undoing, the words they said to each other afterward were.

I couldn’t hear it all, the sweet words and murmurs they said to each other. The sound of Skye giggling to something he said. But one thing carried to where I stood that stays with me,

“I wake up now and check to make sure you haven’t moved,” Nicolai told her, like her very presence is essential to him.

And I know exactly how he feels.

Cara Anderson

Author

Thank you for reading! Only single update today. Work has been busy and I haven’t had time to edit as much as I hoped. Long holiday weekend though so will be back to double updates

tomorrow.

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