Wolf-less Omega Luna novel Chapter 22

Alana’s POV

“Why?” I swallow hard

“Because I promised we'd take things slowly. The one time we were together, we had not recognized the mate bond. If we should get together again, we would be mating. Traditionally.” His voice had dropped so low, and thick with arousal. “If we mate, I might not be able to resist marking you right here and now.”

“Right.”

“So, Alana. Lock. The. Door.”

He turned his back after taking one last inhale of the room and shut the door softly. I stood rooted to the spot till I heard his door click shut.

He was right. We may have accepted the bond in words but mating and marking each other would solidify it forever. Permanently.

I did want the bond to be permanent, but did he?

Would I even survive Axel sinking his teeth into me seeing as I had no wolf and was almost human? Would I even be able to mark him? I can’t recall the last time my canines even descended.

With an exasperated sigh, I plumped down on the bed.

Axel’s thick masculine voice resounding in my head sent a wave of heat swirling through my skin.

I had to get my mind off these things and focus on the work we had to do for the multipack party.

I got down from the bed after tossing for minutes which seemed like hours and I took off the dress I had dinner in.

I rummaged through the closet to pick out a pair of silk shorts and a blouse that we picked out from the store as my wear for the night.

It felt so soft in my hands and I could bet it would pass for a full outfit on a normal day.

Putting it on and tying my auburn hair into a loose bun, I laid down on the bed again.

Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes stretched on until I lost track of time reading the book Kennedy gifted me.

The soft click of a door opening caught my attention and my head snapped to my room door.

“Lock the door.” I recalled.

I didn’t.

Shit.

Massive feet thudding on the marble floors had my heart thumping loudly in my ears.

Silence.

After a second of silence, the door handle probed open and a barefooted, bare-chested Axle stepped in.

Raven black hair that glistened with…water or something… hung in his dark eyes and a small smile curved his full pink lips.

I hitched a breath as my gaze settled on his fully exposed eight-packed midsection rising and falling steadily. The v-cut of his waistline disappeared into black baggy sweatpants that stopped right above his massive bare feet.

“You’re here,” I whispered.

“I am.” He said slowly.

“Why aren’t you asleep.”

“I went out for a run in the woods.”

“I see.”

“I couldn’t sleep because I heard you turning. And turning. And breathing.” He said as he stalked towards me.