Reborn Luna (Hope and Keith) novel Chapter 31

“That’s good. Now are you going to stop bullshitting me and tell me everything or is this gonna be a need to know type of thing.”

“That depends, will you extend the courtesy? He quips.

Before I can come up with a sassy and completely appropriate retort my core throbs so hard

I have to squeeze my thighs together.

Keith’s gaze flashes to me with concern. I can feel the jerk of the car accelerating as he speeds up.

“I don’t think I’m going to make it,” I say.

“You’ll make it,” Keith growls.

My body feels like one giant nerve. It vibrates with yearning and the thing it wants most is less than three feet from me.

Need mate, my wolf whines.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I need to get away from him or I’ll end up jumping on him.

Keith won’t listen to me if I ask. His beast will make him stay near me because of the mate bond and that is the first thing from what I want.

My mind races to formulate a plan.

It has to be his decision to get away.

And an idea comes to me and my wolf growls at my thoughts.

It’s the only way, I say to her.

“I need… I need to find Ben,” I blurt. If I can’t make it in time I can at least put some distance between us until the aphrodisiac is out of my system. “Pass me my phone.”

Keith goes completely still. Quite a feat cuz considering he hasn’t changed the pace of his driving.

His eyes lock on mine.

“Ben,” he repeats. “What do you need him for?”

His voice has an edge to it his eyes shifting black, the color of his Lycan.

19 Mine–2

“Yeah. My boyfriend. He’s… he’s nearby. He can help with this.”

The lie tastes like acid, but I say it anyway.

Keith’s face hardens to granite.

“You can’t still be doing this.”

“Doing what?” I feign innocence.

“Pretending. Cut the fucking shit, Hope we both know Ben isn’t your boyfriend.”

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Yes he-”

The car skids to the side as it comes to and abrupt stop.

+25 Points

“Don’t.” He warns. “I can deal with your denial and your desire to take things slow but what I can’t and won’t put up with is you disrespecting our bond by pretending to be involved with

another male.”

The veins in his arms are providing and muscle in his neck ticks.

I think I messed up.

I start shaking with the impulse to straddle him. Keith’s scent is all I can’t smell.

Fuck, I can’t think.

I unclip the buckle of the seat belt and go to open the door but stop short. I try to open it again, shaking the handle frantically.

My head whips towards Keith. “Open the fucking door.”

“I let you roam around the streets like that? I don’t think so.”

“Now’s not the time for your bullshit. I have to get out of here,” I snap.

“For what!” His eyes are shifting between the gold of his wolf and the black of his Lycan. His body seems to grow bigger, wider as his scent thickens. “So you can stumble around until it becomes too much and then throw yourself on the nearest male? Are you that much opposed to ur mating that you’d give what’s mine to someone else.”

His anger shouldn’t get me off. It does.

The thought of him being so out of control with jealousy, with possessiveness calls to a shameful part of me.

It won’t but much longer now. I can’t hold myself back forever.

19 Mme–2

So I do the things I don’t want to do.

I give him the truth.

+25 Points

“Let me call Ben. You said it yourself he’s not my boyfriend, but he is my friend. I trust him. He’ll take care of me.”

He sits up straighter. Slowly getting out of the car and going around to my door. I let out a sigh of relief.

At least I got him to see the reason.

The cool air causes goosebumps to raise along my arms when he opens the door.

He holds out his hand for me and against my better judgement I take it and stand.

My legs are like jello. My body wants me to throw myself at him but my head is telling me to

take them out and flee as fast as I can.

I carefully step away and halt when his hand tightens around mine.

“Keith,” I say looking into his quickly shifting eyes.

It’s like his body’s trying to obey, but something’s stopping him.

“It’s okay,” I say soothingly, trying to convince his beast to release me. “Ben won’t let anything happen to me.”

It’s only when his pupils blow wide, gold and black bleeding together in a beautiful, dangerous mix that I realize my mistake.

He snarls–low, guttural, threatening.

I try to step back but his grip is like iron around me. “Keith–stop.”

But he’s not there anymore. Not really.

“Mate,” he says, voice distorted, deeper. “Mine.”

He yank me into his chest, his hand cupping the nape of my neck possessively.

“Only mine.”

And then our mouths collide.

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