The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 118

The answer she wanted

(Caius)

The link stayed between us for a few seconds longer before it faded into the background. Not gone. Just quiet enough that the room felt like ours again instead of something new pressing between us.

Isla didn’t look away from me after that.

She didn’t smile this time either.

That told me she wasn’t trying to play with the moment anymore.

She wanted the answer.

“Caius,” she said quietly.

I looked at her.

“Don’t use the link for this.”

That made something inside me still.

She held my gaze with both hands resting above the blanket now, no hesitation in her face. “I

want you to answer me out loud.”

I understood then.

This wasn’t curiosity anymore.

Not only that.

This was her asking to be treated like someone who could hear the truth without being protected from it.

I turned fully toward her. “Alright.”

Her eyes stayed on mine. “Then answer me.”

The room felt too quiet after that.

Not empty.

Waiting.

I looked at her for a long moment before speaking.

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“You asked what it would be like to have sex with the Alpha King,” I said.

Her breathing changed slightly, but she didn’t lower her eyes.

“Yes.”

“It wouldn’t be about the title,” I said. “Not with you.”

She listened without interrupting.

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“It wouldn’t be about power either,” I continued. “Not the kind others think of when they hear my name.”

Her fingers shifted once against the blanket.

“With you, it would be about trust,” I said. “Because the bond would leave very little room for pretending. I’d know when you wanted me closer. I’d know when something was too much. I’d know when you were choosing me and when you needed me to stop.”

Her face changed then.

Not with fear.

With understanding.

That made the answer harder to continue, not easier. Fear would have given me something to step back from. Fear would have let me close the subject and tell myself I was protecting

her.

But she wasn’t afraid.

She was listening.

That left me with nothing to hide behind except my own restraint, and even that felt thinner than it had a few minutes ago. Isla had asked for the truth and stayed steady when I gave her

part of it.

I had no right to give her less than the rest.

“And I would stop,” I said. “Every time.”

She was quiet for a moment.

I let the silence stay.

Not because I wanted distance from her, but because some answers needed room after they were spoken. I could feel the weight of what I had said sitting between us, not as a warning,

The answer she wanted

but as a promise I meant fully.

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If she ever gave herself to me that way, I would carry every part of that choice carefully.

Not like something fragile.

Like something trusted.

That was different.

And maybe that was what I needed to understand most. She wasn’t asking me to protect her from wanting. She was asking me to respect it.

Then she asked, “Is that what you’re afraid of?”

“No.”

“What are you afraid of?”

I held her gaze and answered before I could make it sound easier.

“That once I know you want me, I won’t want to let the moment end.”

Her lips parted slightly.

I kept going because she had asked for the truth and I wasn’t going to give her half of it.

“I’m not afraid of hurting you because I don’t trust myself,” I said. “I’m afraid because I know exactly how much I want you. I know how strong the bond is already. I know what Vorak wants, and I know what I want.”

Her voice came quieter. “And what do you want?”

“You.”

The word left me before I could dress it up.

Her eyes stayed on mine.

“But not because you’re mine to take,” I said. “Because you’d be choosing to give yourself to

1. me. That matters more than the bond. More than the mark. More than anything Vorak wants.

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Isla stayed still for a few seconds.

Then she nodded once, slowly.

“That’s the answer I wanted.”

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The answer she wanted

I didn’t move.

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She looked down at the blanket between us, then back at me. “Not because I wanted you to say something pretty.”

“I know.”

“Because I needed to know if you saw me as someone who could choose that for herself.”

That landed harder than I expected.

I looked at her and understood exactly why she had pushed.

This was never only about sex.

It was about choice.

Her choice.

Her body.

Her mate.

Her right to ask and be answered.

“I do,” I said.

She watched me carefully.

“I see you,” I continued. “Not as fragile. Not as someone who needs every hard thing hidden

from her. As my mate.”

Her expression shifted.

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