The Lunas Second Chance Mate – Chapter 102

Alyson

I’m paraded in a short pink dress, one that hardly fits me at all. It’s frustrating to keep the ends of the fabric down below my backside, something that amuses Olivera as I shift uneasily in my seat. He rests a hand under my leg at the table, the same dining room he had once chained me to the table pole before. I try to ignore our old squabbles as it appears our new ones are far more dire and wounding.

The food is brought out, a handful of rogue wolves at the table picking over several plates of dashing, delicious food. I ignore my plate, wishing I could ignore the hand on my thigh as well. Olivera wants a docile little house pet, a kitten, and I refuse to be that for him.

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by his side. “A toast to war,” he exclaims proudly, everyone raising their glass. Everyone except for me, of course.

whore,” Mattox

my plate, untouched. “Rogue swin

even breaking on impact against my body, or the wall nearby. Instead I peer up to see Olivera with his hand outstretched, clutching the glass cup until he flexes once, the glass shattering in his palm.

ne muttering at once.

incredibly embarrassing.

llows his lead soon enough and the dinner is alive again.

e blood. He protected me, as if uncaring when he throws something at me but making it known no one else can do so. I brush my blood onto my fingertip, holding it toward him as an offering.

rk, Olivera peers curiously at

oping he will take it for his notion of protecting me.

Pleas

od onto his lips and humming a noise as he pulls away.

g the same while I watch my plate, keeping it untouched. I think of my mate and his undoubted sorrow; it keeps the hunger at bay.

oarse as well, my mind and hurt aching, pained for something to sooth me but it only spares me a moment longer. I just want to be with Ryan, have his body curled up behind my own in our bath

he pain of not having my mate almost unbearable.

e are leaving now,” Olivera presses, snatching my arm and taking me from the table. I trip trying to sooth out my dress but the rogue Alpha doesn’t care, pulling me hastily toward his room. “Pick up the pace, Luna.”

at my dress fabric.

at are you asking me, Olivera?”

. Why?”

otected you.”

es, and yet I betrayed you. So why haven’t you betraye

n thinking that a Luna of all people would be such a snake in char

flush from our heads to our legs. I go limp in his grasp, his lips finding my cheek then my neck, and it burns

l be overrun with the good memories, not the bad actions. “Ryan Alexander.”

o my neck.

to allow you to turn me and my mating bond into chaos.”