The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 566

Avery was standing in the doorway.

She wasn’t supposed to be awake.

“Gideon.” Her voice came out soft, worried, exactly right. But it wasn’t her. I knew it wasn’t her. “What are you doing in here?”

“Where’s Bjorn?”

“He’s asleep.” She took a step closer, holding her hand out to me. “You should be, too.”

“His bed is empty, Avery.” I stepped back, refusing to take her hand. “Where is he? And where the hell is my son’s mother? Because I don’t think you’re her.”

She froze.

Her hand dropped back to her side, and for a moment, just a moment, I saw it again. Too many eyes. Bones that were just a little wrong.

It was gone quickly, replaced by that same smooth, easy smile, but I’d seen it. I locked the image in my mind, just in case she tried to erase it again, just like how she did in the greenhouse. I knew that now. She’d manipulated me. She was doing something to me, something to keep me complacent, and this time, I wasn’t going to let go.

“That’s not a very nice thing to say to your bride,” she said.

I lunged for her.

Her hand moved like lightning and caught my wrist before I could touch her, and something in my arm gave a sick, wet pop. I roared and swung with the other one. She caught that too, and this time she twisted, and my feet left the floor entirely before my back slammed into Bjorn’s dresser hard enough to split the wood.

Model planes rained down around me. My wolf clawed up under my skin, snarling at a threat it couldn’t reach, and it didn’t matter. I hit the ground hard, ears ringing, and looked up to find her standing over me, untouched, not even out of breath despite having just thrown a full-grown Alpha male against a wall.

“Are you alright, love?” she whispered.

I looked up at her, on my knees in the middle of Bjorn’s bedroom, breathless, my heart still pounding hard in my chest. For one more second I thought I saw more than two eyes looking back at me, but I blinked, and it was just Avery again—beautiful and gentle, the woman I was marrying in a few days. I couldn’t remember what I had been so afraid of.

Maybe it was just a dream.

“I’m… fine,” I said.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, something whispered at me, frantic, when I said those words. But it was too far to hear, and disappeared entirely when she smiled down at me, radiant as ever.

“Good,” she said. “In fact, I was thinking—we should move the wedding to tomorrow. It is the Blue Moon, after all.”