Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 81

Talia’s POV

“I stopped caring about Jason the moment our bond ended,” I told Nolan firmly. “To be honest, I think I really stopped caring when I realized that he agreed with how Viki felt about me.”

Nolan turned away from me and focused on his drink. “You’re too kind to an ungrateful fool like him,” he said after a pause.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“After that kind of insult, I’m surprised you didn’t at least have him beaten,” Nolan replied.

He had no idea how much I had thought about it and how hard I had worked to take the higher road. Before I could say anything more, a tall Alpha approached us. He was the one Della had wanted me to talk to. Up close, he was even more handsome.

“Excuse me, would you like to dance?” He asked politely, extending his hand.

I hesitated for only a second. What harm would it do if I danced a little? I reached for his hand, but Nolan’s grip closed around mine instead. I hadn’t even realized he’d turned back around from the bar.

“She already has a partner,” Nolan said flatly.

The Alpha glanced between us before replying, “I thought she was alone.”

“You thought wrong,” Nolan snapped.

The Alpha gave a stiff nod and stepped back awkwardly, retreating quickly into the crowd. Even after the Alpha had gone, Nolan still hadn’t released my hand. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my mind from wandering.

“Um… do you want to dance, then?” I asked carefully.

“I can’t.” He muttered.

“What do you mean you can’t? Don’t tell me you don’t know how to dance.”

“No, I’ve had too much to drink. Take me to the lounge,” Nolan said as he stood, finally letting go of my hand.

Why did he need me to take him there? Nolan knew exactly where the lounge was. Maybe he really was drunk.

“Fine. Follow me,” I muttered, leading him out of the hall and into the corridor. The music faded the farther we got. My mind started racing. What if he wanted to talk to me alone about what happened in the library? I would not be able to handle the humiliation if he brought it up now.

I was about to ask if he was making up an excuse to leave the party, when I froze and my jaw dropped. Nolan bumped into me, causing me to stumble forward. He caught me before I fell.

“Why did you stop?” He asked, irritated and I pointed to the corner in front of us.

There, in the corner, Della was locked in a kiss with Marco. One hand was on her waist, the other behind her neck, deepening their kiss. Della’s leg was hooked on his waist as she clung to him.

Nolan cleared his throat and Della gasped when she noticed us. Marco released her, and she quickly tugged her dress down.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” she stammered, then winced. “Well… it is what it looks like.”

“Explain. Now,” Nolan growled.

Marco opened his mouth, but Della blurted out first, “We’re mates.”

“Mates?” I repeated, stunned.

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