The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 32

Given, not taken-1

(Caius)

Pryor was waiting at the entrance when I came up the steps.

He had the look he always had when he’d been managing things in my absence and had a list of items requiring my attention and was debating how quickly to present them. I knew that look well enough to head it off before it started.

“Tomorrow,” I said.

He opened his mouth.

“Tomorrow,” I said again. “Everything that needs my attention will still need it tomorrow and I’ll give it then. Not tonight.”

He closed his mouth and nodded and stepped aside and I went through the entrance and into the pack house.

Isla was standing just inside the door.

She hadn’t moved far from where she’d come in. She was standing in the entrance hall with Sera a few steps ahead of her and she was looking at the space around her with an expression I’d been watching her manage for two days now, that careful and controlled thing she did when something was affecting her and she didn’t want it to show. It was getting easier for me to read the difference between her face when she was feeling nothing and her face when she was feeling something and working to keep it contained.

Right now she was working hard.

The entrance hall of Wraithbone was not modest. I hadn’t built it to be modest. It was wide and

high and lit well and the floors were stone and the walls were solid and every part of it announced

without words that whoever lived here had not built it to impress visitors but simply because this

was what their power looked like when it was given a physical form. I’d stopped seeing it years

ago the way you stopped seeing the inside of any space you lived in every day.

I saw it now, through her eyes, and the distance between this and a rotting shack with a dirt floor

sat in my chest the same way it had been sitting since I first found her.

I crossed the entrance hall and stopped beside her.

She looked up at me.

“I’ll show you to your room,” I said.

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? Given, not taken–1

+25 Points

My quarters were on the opposite side of the pack house. I was aware of that the same way I was aware of everything the bond wanted from me right now, constantly and without being able to fully set it aside. She was my mate and every instinct I had was pulling in one direction and the

direction was not the east wing.

But she had spent five years having no control over her own space. No control over who came through her door or when. No control over anything that happened to her body or around it. The first thing I could give her that Ashcrest never had was a room that was entirely hers, where nothing happened without her choosing it and nobody came in without her permission. Including

1. me.

The bond could wait. She came first.

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