The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 38

I woke up with a smile on my face. I didn’t know how long I had slept, but I hadn’t felt this rested since I came here. I was alone the bed; not that I expected him to stay. The sheets still held his scent, the only evidence he’d been there at all.

I attempted to sit up, wincing as muscles I didn’t know I had protested the movement,

“You shouldn’t try that.”

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I startled at the voice, turning to see Frost seated in the armchair near the window. His eyes watched me with clinical detachment, though something like concern flickered in their depths.

“How long have you been here?” I asked, pulling the sheets higher to cover myself, suddenly acutely aware of my nakedness

beneath.

“A couple of hours.” He leaned forward, studying me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. “You look totally fucked.”

Heat rushed to my face. The casual crudeness of his observation made me want to sink through the mattress with embarrassment. Yet there was no judgment in his tone–just a simple statement of fact.

“I think you and Kaius are freaks,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze.

His Hips twitched into a brief smile. He rose, moving to pour a glass of water from the pitcher on the nightstand.

“Where is he?” I asked, accepting the glass with trembling fingers.

“He’s gone.” Frost’s expression shifted slightly. “I think he feels guilty and that is very strange.”

That surprised me. Guilt seemed incompatible with everything I knew about Kaius. “Why?”

“He did hurt you, and that’s why he called for me to stay here with you for a while.”

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I sipped the water, considering this. Had I been that obvious in my discomfort? True, there had been pain alongside the pleasure, but I’d tried to hide it.

“How did you know that? He told you?” I questioned, curious about the dynamic between these two men.

“I did tell you about the bond I share with him. I can feel his emotions.”

I remembered our conversation about the strange‘ connection between Alpha and Beta–stronger than normal, almost like the mate

bond but different.

“And you think he feels guilty?”

“I don’t think; I know.” There was absolute certainty in his voice.

An uncomfortable thought occurred to me. “You could feel every one of his emotions?”

“The stronger ones are easier to catch.” Frost moved to the window, looking out at the mountain beyond.

“Like. I prompted, both dreading and needing to know.

“I feel his happiness, his wants, his desires.” His back remained to me, giving me a strange illusion of privacy despite the intimate nature of our conversation.

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Chapter 35

Realization dawned, bringing fresh heat to my cheeks. “You felt it last night.”

“Yes.” The si

single word contained neither apology nor embarrassment

Curiosity overcame my mortification. “How did it feel last night?”