The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 42

“I think we should talk somewhere more private what do you say?” lysandra suggested, her voice silky smooth despite the

predatory gleam in her eyes.

Anxiety crept up my spine. Being alone with this woman seemed like a terrible idea.

“I am quite in a hurry at the moment,” I replied, glancing down the corridor, hoping to see Frost returning.

“Where are you heading to? Maybe I could walk with you.” Her smile never wavered, but something in her tone told me she wouldn’t be easily dismissed.

“I was heading for my mate’s room.” The emphasis on ‘mate‘ was deliberate, a reminder of my supposed position.

Lysandra’s smile widened. “Is that so? Strange that you are going in the opposite direction.”

I swallowed, embarrassment heating my cheeks. “The pack house could get confusing at times.”

“So you are lost?” The question contained a hint of mockery.

Pride warred with practicality. There was no point denying the obvious. “I’ll admit it, I am lost.”

She leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Let’s make a deal, Luna. I’ll help you on your way back if you could only give me a few minutes of your time.”

“Luna‘ sounded like a curse when she said it. Standing lost in a strange hallway, I knew I had no real options.”

“And if I refuse?” I asked, lifting my chin despite the unease churning in my stomach.

“Then I’ll still have to get you on your way back.” Her pleasant tone contained a subtle threat I couldn’t quite define.

“Okay, where would be private enough?” I surrendered to the inevitable, hoping to get this over with quickly.

“I’m glad, Luna, and right there would be fine.”

She gestured to a door I hadn’t noticed, opening it to reveal what appeared to be a storage room. Shelves lined the walls, filled with supplies. I stepped inside cautiously, every instinct screaming danger

Should I appear afraid or confident? Looking weak might make her underestimate me, but showing fear to a predator was never

wise.

Lysandra closed the door behind us, leaning against it casually. “So I wondered, some nights ago, Kaius came to me…”

My stomach dropped. I gathered my composure, interrupting before she could continue.

*I know about that. Is that what you brought me here to talk about? if that’s all you have to say, then our discussion might not be very long.” I was proud of how steady my voice sounded despite the panic fluttering in my chest.

“I hadn’t seen any marks.”

I blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Her eyes traveled over me, assessing. “When you came to the training ground, I hadn’t seen any marks on your body; you seemed well. And that should be strange, right? Knowing that you are mated to the Alpha and he had spent a rather pleasurable night with another woman, there should have been marks.”

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Chapter 39

The implication was clear–a irħie mate would have shown physical signs of distress when their mate was intimate with another.