The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 100

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting gentle shadows across the rumpled sheets. I hadn’t slept well, my dreams haunted by Alarics threats and the upcoming challenge. But there was something else keeping me awake–a name that echoed in my thoughts more than it should.

Frost.

When the door opened and he stepped in, my heart performed a tramorous little leap. He looked tired, shadows under his ice–blue eyes suggesting he’d slept as poorly as I had. Our gures locked for a poment before he glanced away.

“So this random guy just pops out of nowhere; you’ve never seen him before, and he’s like, Let’s go to the creepy safe house, and you go with him?” Frost said half–jokingly.

I shifted uncomfortably, picking at a loose thread on the bedcover. “Ho… I mean, yes. But it didn’t happen that way; you made me

look so foolish in that theory of yours.”

“So what did happen?” He moved closer, perching on the edge of a nearby

“I was out for a run… I just needed some fresh air to clear my head,” admitted, “I needed to get out and think I had gone through with it, but then he showed up; he seemed so sad. I thought he was one of us–a member of this pack–and I had been so bored, he offered to escort me anywhere I wanted to go, but then he brought up the idea; he made it seem like it had just occurred to him; 1 never knew it was all planned. I wanted to comfort him; I thought this was what a Luna was expected to do, but then…”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” Frost said softly, regret evident in his voice.

I shook my head. “This is not your fault.”

“Oh, it is; I should have been there. His hands clenched into fists un his knees.

The tension between us felt different than before–charged with something neither of us was willing to namo. I took a deep breath! “Maybe you could stop avoiding me now?”

Something in his expression softened. If you ever need an escort, you only need to ask.”

Well,

you were nowhere to be found, I reminded him, unable to keep the hurt from my voice.

He leaned forward, blue eyes intent on mine. “You are right, I was just being stupid and you know, you do not need to do these things to prove you are worthy of being the Luna. Ebelieve there would be no other fit for the position but you.”

His sincerity warmed something inside me. “Sorry,” I whispered. Is pst… you seemed different the last time, so different I was scared of you.”

“I didn mean anything I said… concerning your mother and all, I was angry, and I took out the anger on you; I would avoid that next time,” he assured me, moving to sit beside me on the bed. “I do not want to scare you; want you to know you can trust me.

The nearness of him made my pulse quicken. “Then can I ask you a question?”

1 hesitated, unsure why this question felt so important. The girl… Gloria. Are you guys rush. 1s just that you seem to be spending so much time with her? I wanted to know.”

a thing now? The words came out in a

A spike of something that felt comfortably like jealousy that through me. The you for

“Just as you do me.

His eyes widened slightly. “No, Elowen. Hey, come here, he said, reaching for my hand. “It is and never would be the sam you….. nothing can be compared, and I’ll stop seeing her if it bothers you”

1 shook my head, embarrassed by my reaction. “No, please don’t do that for me. I don’t know what’s go

deserve to be happy.”

“If it risks your own happiness, then I would rather let it go. But with Gloria, it had just been a seasonal fling, I would off anyway

I swallowed hard, gathering my courage for my next question. “You sad something earlier… about what you felt about me, had the

all been true?”

“Yes.” The single word held a wealth of emotion.

“I dont want you to stay away from me anymore, Frost, I confessed, my voice barely ab

His fingers tightened around mine. “I won’t, not anymore.”

whisper.

The air between us seemed to thicken, charged with possibility. Frost moved closer, his eyes darkening with unmistakable desire “Elowen, I want to feel you so badly right now,”

My heart hammered against my ribs. “Then do it, I whispered.

His Tongue, hot and demanding, slicked a path across my cheek, searching, claiming. Maybe it was the time apart, the hunger too long unfed, but the gentleness I remembered was gone, replaced by a raw, almost brutal urgency.

Ho didn’t wait for an invitation; his mouth crashed down on mine, has tongue forcing my lips apart, plunging inside. His hands rough, immediate. One tangled painfully tight in my hair, anchoring me, while the other found my breast, kneading, pinching my. nipple through the fabric until I cried out into his mouth.