The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 115

Curiosity–2

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“Vaela is close,” Isla said after a while. Not to fill the silence. Just as information, the way she offered things she thought I’d want to know. “I can feel her more clearly when we’re like this.”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Near you,” she said. “She responds to it.”

I understood that. Vorak responded to it too, had been responding to it since the moment Isla stepped into this room, but I wasn’t going to say that out loud because some things were better left as understood rather than confirmed. She already knew. She’d known for a while now what effect she had and she’d stopped pretending she didn’t, which was one of the changes I’d noticed most clearly without being able to name it precisely until it was already there.

Her attention stayed on me quietly afterward while the room settled deeper into silence around us. The fire had burned lower now and the warmth beneath the blanket mixed badly with the bond already reacting to every inch separating us.

Or not separating us.

Isla shifted slightly closer again until her shoulder rested fully against my arm this time. The movement looked absentminded. It absolutely wasn’t helping me.

I exhaled slowly through my nose afterward while staring up toward the ceiling.

“You’re tense again,” she murmured softly.

“Yes.”

No point denying it anymore.

A quieter silence settled afterward before Isla spoke again.

“Can I ask you something?”

That pulled my attention toward her immediately.

“You can ask.”

A small pause followed while she studied my face carefully like she was deciding whether to say the thought aloud or leave it alone.

Then she did the exact opposite of leaving it alone.

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“What would it be like,” she asked quietly, “to have sex with the Alpha King?”

I choked.

Actually choked.

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The reaction hit hard enough that I turned my head away briefly while coughing once into my

fist. Isla stared at me for half a second before the faintest reaction crossed her face

afterward.

Not embarrassment.

Surprise.

“You weren’t supposed to inhale your own air wrong,” she said.

I looked back toward her slowly afterward.

“That,” I said carefully, “is what you’re asking me while we’re already struggling through this

bond?”

She blinked once.

“Yes.”

The honesty in that answer nearly made the situation worse.

I stared at her quietly afterward while she stayed completely calm beside me like she hadn’t just nearly stopped my lungs from functioning properly.

“Isla.”

“What?” she asked softly. “I was curious.”

Curious.

Of course she was.

I dragged one hand slowly down my face afterward before looking back toward the ceiling again.

“You ask terrifying questions very casually.”

That finally pulled the smallest hint of amusement from her.

“I think you’re exaggerating.”

“No,” I said immediately. “I absolutely am not.”

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Curiosity–2

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