The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 199

‘I could be, but I am not. Is not too late; I know that. I am going to fight for you. The determin my spine.

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“Again, you are wrong; it is too late, I would get married to Kieran, and the faster you let me go, the easier it is for promise you, you wouldn’t have to see me ever again. I needed to believe this, needed to convince myself as max at her

Kaius studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. I can’t force you; I wish I could, but I can’t. I would let you go. only if you could tell me to my face that you don’t still love me, that you don’t dream about me each night as I do of you tell me to my face that your body doesn’t yearn for me as mine does.?

The words stuck in my throat. I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.

“That’s what I thought,” he said softly, a sad smile touching his lips.

We finished our meal in silence, the weight of unspoken truths hanging between us. As he collected the disbes, be passed at the door. “Think about Thalia. I’ll look into it.”

After he left, I sat on the edge of the bed, my thoughts a tangled mess. If Thalia was behind the attacks, then everything Id believed about Kaius was wrong…

I lay nude on the bed, letting the cool air caress my skin, willing sleep to come and silence my turbulent thoughts. Eventu exhaustion pulled me under, into dreams more vivid than any I’d experienced since my transformation

In my dream, I found myself in Kaius’s chambers, the familiar, potent scent of him enveloping me. I stood by the window, gazing at the moonlit grounds, when hands settled firmly on my shoulders.

“I missed you,” Frost’s voice was a low growl against my ear. He turned me, his ice–blue eyes burning with raw desire in the dim light. His lips crashed down on mine, hot and possessive, stealing my breath.

“Frost,” I gasped when he finally pulled back, his gaze intense.

Instead of speaking, he took my hand, his grip firm, leading me towards the foot of the large bed. Then, his hands pressed down on my shoulders, a silent command. In the strange logic of the dream, I obeyed without question, sinking to my knees on the soft rug

before him.

The rasp of his zipper cut through the quiet. Frost pushed aside the fabric of his trousers, his erection springing free–thick, hard, and pulsing with need, starkly displayed for me. My breath caught in my throat.

“Take it,” a different voice commanded, low and resonant. I glanced up. Kaius stood near the bedpost, watching us, his amber eyes dark, possessive, filled with an unnerving approval. “Suck him, Elowen.”