Second Chance Luna (Phoebe and Jason) novel Chapter 103

Phoebe wasn’t sure how she felt as she watched Prince Achan enter. She vividly recalled his leering gaze throughout Jason’s duel as if he was trying to undress her with his eyes. Even more disturbing was the possessive gleam in his eyes, as if she was his despite the fact she was Jason’s mate. The prince’s arrogance knew no bounds if he didn’t hesitate to claim what belonged to another.

“Stop it!” Achan commanded as the she-wolves continued their wrestling match. Growling, he stomped forward yanking Katrina off the other and tossed her aside. “I said STOP!”

Finally, they seemed to become aware of his aura and shrank away catching their breath. He glared at the pawns he gathered. They were disgusting, inadequate in every way, lacking poise, dignity and intelligence. The only she-wolf in the room who had control of those virtues was the one currently behind bars.

His gaze flickered to the petite she-wolf. On close inspection, her looks were average but the calmness she exerted despite her situation was admirable. She looked every bit the queen she was as she stood quietly observing them with her bewitching gray eyes.

The moment she entered the stadium his gaze had followed her. Achan marked every movement she made every smile she saved for Jason. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free. Her expression was so soft and loving whenever she met Jason’s gaze and she pressed her body firmly against him. Achan licked his lips as he took a step toward her. He was going to enjoy every moment of this and if it caused Jason pain, so much the better.

“We have an esteemed guest. Let’s maintain some decorum, though I know it’s difficult for both of you.”

Katrina and Camilla both stood breathing heavily, bloodied and glaring at each other. The prince was playing with fire keeping these two together. Phoebe wondered if he thought he made a mistake or, perhaps, that was the point in the first place. With Katrina and Camilla on the verge of each other’s throats they would never think to betray him let alone act on it.

“Well done, my dear,” Achan smiled, approaching the bars and reaching through.

Phoebe didn’t flinch. She was well-aware of how close she was to the bars and knew he couldn’t reach her. Instead, she met she gaze steadily.

“I must apologize for the accommodations. I didn’t have much time to prepare.”

This was one of Blood Moon’s estate and Katrina had only been able to sneak him in twenty-four hours ago. Luckily, the warriors stationed at this estate were easy to push around.

“I’ve had worse,” Phoebe relied not giving him a reaction.

He smiled but there was no warmth in it. Instead it was cruel, cold, calculating…and possessive. He actually thought he won, that she was a prize to claim and now belonged to him.

‘Well, he certainly doesn’t lack for ego,’ Máni huffed.

‘Máni.’

‘It’s all right. He was no wolf. He couldn’t sense me if he wanted to.’

“I was right…you are a feisty one,” he licked his lips again. Phoebe cringed inwardly but tired not to show her disgust,” Jason has no idea what he’s lost.”

“Jason knows exactly what you took,” Phoebe answered, “but he hasn’t lost anything.”

“You really think that? After what he’s done to betray you? Keeping all these she-wolves on their leashes and his options open? You’ve already felt his betrayal once.”

Phoebe couldn’t help her small flinch. She felt the pain but it hadn’t been his fault. Jason would never willingly betray her. It had been a vicious set-up but ultimately they were stronger, their bond was stronger. It was the prince who didn’t understand he already lost.

However, all he saw was her unconscious flinch and misread it completely. It was a crack in her façade he believed he could exploit, “I would never betray you like that.”

“You are a smart man, Achan, but you lack understanding of the definition of loyalty.”

Achan glared, lacking the wolf to growl. She wasn’t sure if he was angry at the insult or her complete disregard for his title. As far as she was concerned he didn’t deserve it and she would not belittle the title by naming him.

“You’ll be singing a different tune very soon.”

“I doubt it.”

“Oh, you will bend to my will. They all do and end up screaming my name when I show them infinite pleasures there are to be had.”

“I don’t plan on offering myself up to death,” Phoebe answered evenly. “Besides, whatever you have in your arsenal couldn’t compare to Jason’s.”

He punched the bars, rattling them and alerting her to how flimsy the installation truly was. She wondered just how much pressure would send them tumbling. Achan spun away flexing his hand, though she didn’t know if it was the impact or contact with silver that caused him pain. Sitting on the sofa facing her he smiled once again.

“You’ll come to me begging. They always do. Besides, I know your secrets.”

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