The Lunas Second Chance Mate – Chapter 28

Alyson‘s POV

Despite my constant reluctance to tell him how much I cared, nothing felt better than to curl up beside Ryan and know he was safe and warm beside me. I watched his peaceful face, happy that I’d given him some of my blood, and sure that had helped him relax and heal from his lengthy excursion.

I stayed with him all night till morning, but when he was still sleeping at noon, I left him to help Donna with some of her chores.

wn together.

y, I heard stirring in Ryan’s room. It was about an hour before I hoped to have dinner together, but I would have to check on h

wness in his cheeks was not nearly as bad as yesterday.

“How long have I been asleep?”

Abou

before. He eyed my body up and down as if he might consider me for a snack if the food wasn’t ready yet.

he door, smiling a little. “I’ve invi

arkened, but he grunted a reluctant “Ok.”

rn. Will you tell me where you went for two days?” The more he withheld from me, the harder it was for me to trust him too. I could tell there was a lot plaguing him.

table, but s

er that he could breathe. It made sense that he would be terribly hungry, but it was a little shocking to see how his table manners had been eradicated.

and I pulled food onto our plates, and nibbled, watching his beastly appetite as he pulled food directly from the platters into h

he patted a napkin on his mouth, and looked between us, “So you wanted this dinner to talk, so talk?”

p for it.”

d to Dylan, who pulled a sample out of his sash and placed it on the table. Ryan picked it up, sniffed it, cringed from its bitter smell, and set it back down. “I know

o?” I said eagerly.

scouting my entire territory

an asked.

“It seemed like a lot, but I guess I wasn’t looking for that. I know the smell pretty well tho

said.

this way, and it’s a great idea in theory, but I don’t know if it will be enough.”

I needed to chase him down this time. I reached for him, my hand flying across the table to grab his. He looked at me as if he didn’t expect me to care.

dered if I opened up to him, he would open up to me.

king like this before. What is going on?”

to get a little.

e Crowalt Pack that are against me, and now they know where I am, I will likely have to confront them.”

ripped my insides and my stomach turned over. After eating food, I felt like I might throw up. I had always wanted revenge, but I had not wanted dangerous Crowal

re more aware than I was of this conflict. He asked, “What are your powers? I know that you can communicate through your mind a littl

my health.”

alleviate some of the consequences. I wondered if my presence and the few times he’d drank y blood, it had helped him, but he also was more bewitched.

My visions are clear, but it’s not always clear what is the timeframe of what I see and sense. I knew Crowalt was here before I smelt them, but I did

receiving the juiciest gossip.

uilt and other emotion

with talents and the witch’s ability. But I feel more now than I ever have, I cannot ignore it.” Ryan continued.

d not even be his mate.

ke? When might I find her?”

ed.

or, but then said, “it doesn’t really work like that. I don’t think that’s important enough to me.”

seems like it might be.”

the mood, or distract him.

d said, “I want to make a little tea and drink it. Maybe, Ryan, you should try some too. I won

said, “Why not? I’ll have a bit of whatever you’re brewing.”

after Dylan had agreed.

past life so strongly that I almost wanted to throw it on the ground, but I made myself sip it. I wondered if I could give more of my blood to Ryan, if he would take

is tastes like shit.”

little. He barely sipped it, but I could see a little more humanness in his yellow eyes after. I believed it did him some good. Looking into his empty cup, he said, “This does make me feel stronger. Let’s go to the mountain

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