The Young Luna novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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I couldn't sleep very well that night – but it had nothing to do with the bed. The bed was large and beautiful, with a dark purple comforter and fluffy white pillows. But I lay there all night, tossing and turning. I couldn't sleep and it was all to do with the prick down the corridor.

I hated him except that I didn't hate him at all...no I was desperate for him to like me, to want me, to fall in love with me. But he'd made it quite clear that he wouldn't and I desperately wanted to hate him for it, but no, if anything it just made me desperate for him to want me. I wanted Seth to want me.

When it got to three in the morning, and I was still stressing and unable to sleep, I climbed out of the bed and headed downstairs. I looked around the house, admiring the beautiful interior, without turning any of the lights on.

In the kitchen, I got myself a glass of water before sitting, at the breakfast bar, and staring out into the dark night forest. I checked my phone to see a few text messages from Chris, but I ignored them and decided I wouldn't wake him up in the middle of the night just because I couldn't sleep.

"You're making a lot of noise" a deep male voice snapped from behind me. I yelped in shock as I spun around to see a moody looking Seth standing in the doorway.

"I wasn't making any noise" I barked angrily at him.

"I have very good hearing and I could hear you walking around" Seth retorted, as he walked further into the room. He was wearing a pair of jogging bottoms low on his lips, as his glistening chest was bare and hard. I gulped as I tried my hardest not to check him out.

"Well sorry for fucking walking" I deadpanned.

Seth rolled his eyes, "shut up".

"You're the one that came down here to shout at me". I rolled my eyes at his stupid behaviour, before moving away from the breakfast bar and standing up.

"Where are you going?" Seth demanded.

"Back to bed. I would rather lay there and not sleep, than sit here and have you bite my head off". I walked childishly from the room. I heard him sigh and grumble incoherently under his breath – but he didn't make a move to follow me.

Inside my bedroom, I lay down in the bed once more and cuddled into the bed lining. I lay there silently, for probably close to an hour, before my bedroom door creaked open. "I'm coming inside" Seth announced, before stepping in and closing the door behind him.

"I was sleeping" I lied, turning over in the bed so that my back was to him.

"No you weren't" he snapped back. "I can't sleep knowing you're in the same house as me".

"I thought you didn't want me?"

"I don't" he replied, through gritted teeth. "But you're still my mate and my body will react to you. So if I have to share a bed with you just to get some sleep, then so be it".

"I don't want to share a bed with you" I retorted.

"Shut up, May, you're just as tired as I am". The bed dipped and he slid inside. I was rigid for a heavy moment as he got comfortable, before he slid closer and wrapped his arm around me. He pulled me to him – almost aggressively – and I groaned as I smacked into his hard body. "Hush" he grumbled at me, as my head rested against his chest. Instantly my eyes began to feel heavy; he affected me more than he should have.

"Just because this is happening doesn't mean I like you" I told him, voice heavy with fatigue.

"Well just because I came in here, doesn't mean I like you either".

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"Good, we're on the same page then" I replied, as my eyes finally closed and my body was getting ready to finally rest.

"Yes, we're on the same page" Seth agreed.

The following morning, I was awoken to Seth getting out of my bed. I groaned as he almost pushed me off the bed in order to move. I groaned as I steadied myself, before I fell off the side of the mattress, then turning to glare at my mate. "You're an asshole".