The Second Chance Of The Rejected Moon (Celine and Bastian) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Bastian

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My wolf, Zack, complains about leaving our mate alone in the chamber without saying a single word, but the damned beast does not understand that if I stay one second longer with her in a closed room with no one around, I do not think I will be able to restrain myself.

I am not that strong.

Much less when she…

Oh, Goddess.

She had been releasing pheromones without realizing it and her eyes whenever she looked at me had become more intense, darker, almost hungry. Her scent slowly changed while we walked through the hallway and my wolf reacted immediately, disturbing mine until the air became impossible to breathe.

My damned wolf also intensified our scent and by the time I tried to stop him it was already too late. My mate had reacted f could feel the exact instant her body changed near mine, when her breathing became heavier and the bond responded between us like a hot shock impossible to ignore.

How the hell was I supposed to stay with her in a moment like that?

Ever since I met her I have lived with constant discomfort inside my pants and never in my life have I felt such desire to possess a she-wolf as I do now. The problem is that Zack does not help at all. My wolf is a territorial beast incapable of understanding simple concepts like “patience” or “self-control.” To him, Celine already accepted us as her mate and that should be enough to claim her completely.

Damn it.

If Zack understood that Celine is still not ready and that I do not intend to touch her until she truly wants it, I would not be trapped in this constant battle between desire and doing the right thing.

I walk through the second floor trying to clear my head while the night cold strikes my face through the open windows. It is useless. I can still feel her scent on my clothes, on my hands and I still remember perfectly the way she clung to me a few minutes ago, searching for contact without even realizing what she was causing.

Celine still does not understand anything about what she provokes in me and honestly I am grateful for that, because if she discovered the number of indecent thoughts I have been repressing since I found her she would probably run out of the

castle.

Her wolf reacted to me out of pure instinct. To the contact. To the scent, To the closeness. And Zack, that wild bastard, almost completely lost control when she squeezed my hand searching for more contact.

The worst part is that it was not intentional.

She was not even trying to seduce me.

She simply trusted me.

And that affects me even more than it should.

I rest my forehead against the cold stone beside the hallway window and close my eyes for a moment while trying to calm my wolf, but Zack remains restless inside me, pacing back and forth like a trapped predator.

“She is ours.”

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“I know.” I mutter through clenched teeth.

Then stop running from her.”

I clench my jaw hard.

I am not running. I am controlling myself.

I am trying to learn how to be a civilized creature.

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Because Celine just escaped a life where every important decision was taken away from her and I refuse to become another man who takes what he wants from her simply because he can. No matter how much the bond demands if from me. No matter how much Zack wants to mark her and lock her inside our room until she smells completely like us.

She deserves time.

Patience.

The opportunity to choose every step we take together.

Although honestly… if she looks at me like that again, I am going to need the Moon Goddess to send me spiritual strength of a damn exorcism. Because this is already starting to feel like a divine test specifically designed to destroy proud Lycans.

I lock myself inside the room farthest down the hallway, the same one where last night I tried to calm my instincts and failed horribly.

Last night her words almost made me lose my mind. When she asked me to stay, when she asked me to mark her and then that damned black velvet dress fitting perfectly against her soft curves, her blonde hair falling along the sides of her face and those lips I am dying to taste…

I curse under my breath and at the same time thank the Goddess that my luna is so innocent, because when she asked me to help her with the dress and looked at me with those defenseless lamb eyes, I was one second away from tearing the damned thing apart with my hands and ripping it off her body.

But I restrained myself.

I lowered the zipper without touching her skin and immediately left the chamber to lock myself in here and try to get rid of all this shit. It did not help at all. I ended up frustrated, sweating, and even more desperate than before because no matter how hard I try, there is no way to find the relief I need unless she is the one beneath me.

My damned balls are blue.

I am horny, frustrated, and in a mood straight from hell.

When I returned to the room she was already lying on the enormous bed, hidden beneath the blankets in one corner, waiting for me as if it were the most normal thing in the world. I clenched my hands into fists and stood there watching her slowly fall asleep while fighting every savage instinct inside me.

She looked like a damned torture sent directly by the Moon Goddess.

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