Second Chance Luna (Phoebe and Jason) novel Chapter 85

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Jason groaned. His head felt like it was splitting in two and his mouth seemed full of cotton. Was this what a hangover felt like? He wasn’t sure. Gentle fingers laid a cold compress on his forehead and he sighed catching the soothing scent

of lilac and sage.

“…Phoebe.”

“I’m here.”

Her fingers caressed his cheeks and he risked opening his eyes. Strangely they didn’t seem overly sensitive to light. He lay on the office couch while Phoebe perched on the edge watching him with concern.

“Hi.”

“Hi, yourself,” Phoebe forced a strained smile.

“Something wrong? Why do I feel like I’ve been on a three-day bender?” Jason asked slowly taking stock of his condition.” And why am I naked?”

Phoebe bit her lip trying to stifle a chuckle before asking, “What do you remember?”

Jason frowned at her attempt to evade his query before considering hers. His frown deepened as he struggled to recall recent events, “I-I was working at my desk. And someone from the kitchen brought me tea. And it tasted awful. And then…”

He struggled to recall the face surrounded by red hair. She was dressed in a uniform similar to the kitchen staff but it wasn’t quite right. It was faded and an older style. In fact the she-wolf was also older. Some paragraphs are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on Jobnib.com. Visit Jobnib.com to read the complete chapters for free. She had to be close to Myra’s age so it was strange she would be given a menial task like delivering tea. She leaned over him but he couldn’t recall what she said. Then, she kissed him. And then…

Jason’s eyes widened as he recalled fragmented memories of kisses and caresses. No. It couldn’t be. He didn’t. “Phoebe, I didn’t…”

“I know,” Phoebe nodded as he tried to sit up. She gently pushed him down. “You didn’t.”

“I didn’t?”

“No,” Phoebe assured him before reaching for a bag containing waterlogged herbs. “This is the tea she gave you. It’s hard to tell all the ingredients but it definitely has jasmine, passion flower and mandrake in it.”

“Which means?”

“Jasmine and passion flower are aphrodisiacs and mandrake is a poison that would put you in an alternate state.”

“So, I was drugged, with tea? Why?”

“So that you would betray our bond,” Phoebe nodded setting the bag on the coffee table.

“But, I didn’t, right?”

“I felt something was wrong,” Phoebe said. “I got really dizzy and Máni said you were in trouble. I was halfway here when I felt the pain.”

“Phoebe…”

She held up a hand, “It’s probably when she kissed you. When I got here she was working on undressing you.”

“But you got here before…” Phoebe nodded seeing relief ease his expression as he let out a slow breath. She could only imagine the guilt that would have consumed him if she hadn’t managed to interrupt them. Even now she felt it gnawing on his conscience trying to figure out how he should have prevented it.

“If you stopped her, why am I naked?” Jason suddenly asked.

“… The tea was pretty potent and you started getting feverish as it triggered a rut and there really isn’t an antidote for herbs. And Máni thought some activity would help you burn off the effects sooner.”

“Are you saying you took advantage of me?” Jason asked smirking at her rambling answer.

“Maybe, a little,” Phoebe admitted fighting a blush. In truth it was mostly a rather fevered make-out session but her scent and contact did keep him calm.

‘Mate was glorious,’ Lobo suddenly piped up.

‘Oh? So you are alive? What do you remember?’

‘Everything,’ Lobo huffed, I couldn’t communicate but I was aware of everything.’

‘So when that she-wolf kissed me…’

‘I wanted to rip her throat out! But I couldn’t come forward.’

“Something wrong?”

“My wolf,” Jason sighed. “He says our connection was cut off. He was aware of everything happening but he couldn’t come forward. Must be an effect of the herbs.”

Phoebe nodded, “Máni said she was having trouble linking with him too.”

Jason ran a hand through his hair. There was a deep frown on his face as he refused to look her in the eye. She felt his guilt slowly gnawing at him.

“Jason,” Phoebe gently turned his face toward hers and waiting for him to finally meet her gaze. “When I got here you were waving your hand like you were trying to fend her off and you kept calling my name.”

“I did?”

“Angel. You kept repeating it, over and over. You were getting agitated and you didn’t calm down until you felt the mate bond when I held you and when you smelled me. That was the only thing that calmed you.”

“Really?”

Phoebe nodded stroking his cheek. She leaned forward brushing her lips against his as light as a butterfly, “Even drugged and disorientated you only wanted me.”

His arms settled around her holding her close. He breathed deep filling his lungs with her scent saying, “There is no one in this world who can compare to you. Why would I wish for anyone else when I have perfection?”

Phoebe snuggled against him. She had been ready to sink into despair when she felt the pains of betrayal. If not for Máni’s urging she might have succumbed but her wolf had been right. Jason would never betray her. He kissed the top of her head.