The Rejected Luna (Avery and Kaden) novel Chapter 151

A broad smile stretched across my lips as I caught sight of a man rushing toward me.

He wore a crisp white shirt, the top buttons casually undone, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal strong, pale forearms. Perched on his prominent nose were gold-rimmed glasses, while beads of sweat dotted his forehead, evidence that he had run all the way here without pause.

“Horace!” I called out, my voice filled with relief so overwhelming it almost brought tears to my eyes. I took a step forward eagerly, but a firm hand gripped my arm, halting me in place.

I shot a sharp look at Steven. “What are you doing? Let me go!”

His handsome face had lost its color, turning pale, and his eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity. Ignoring my protests, he tightened his hold and pulled me close, pressing me firmly against his chest. My startled cry was swallowed by his unwavering gaze, locked onto Horace with the cold focus of a predator.

Horace reached us quickly, his usual calm and gentle expression replaced by a storm of anger.

His eyes immediately searched mine, filled with worry. “Zephyra, how’s your face? What did the doctor say? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

I tried to wriggle free from Steven’s grip, but he held me firmly. “I’m fine. Just a slap, nothing serious. They put some ointment on it, and the pain’s gone. I just need a few more tests before I can leave.”

Horace didn’t look convinced. His brow furrowed deeply. “How did this happen? Who did this to you? Weren’t you here for work?”

Suddenly, his gaze shifted sharply to Steven, his expression darkening with suspicion and fury.

“You actually dared to lay a hand on Zephyra?”

His voice was icy and low, dripping with menace. If Steven had admitted to it, Horace would have dropped his scholarly façade in an instant and thrown a punch—just like in the life we once lived.

Steven met his glare with one of his own, sharp and dismissive. “Are you blind or just stupid? She’s my woman. If I’m going to discipline her, it’ll be behind closed doors, not by touching her face.”

I winced inwardly at the way he said it. Why did he have to make it sound like that?

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