The Alpha’s Borrowed Luna
Chapter 170
The barb struck true. Frost’s jaw tightened, but before he could respond, I stopped between them.
“Stop this now, both of you,” I said firmly. “Kaius, I had asked Frost pegged him to keep that a secret. Are you telling me yon wouldn’t do the same?” I didn’t wait for his answer. A party is not a vise choice, but if you have other reans babind this, then that would make it more reasonable.”
For a long moment, Kaius simply looked at me, his amber eyes unreadable. Then, almost imperceptibly, he nodded
“I’ll go prepare things for this party.“” Frost said, the quotation marks around the word audible in his tone.
Once we were alone, Kaius turned to me fully, his expression softening slightly. A party sounds silly, doesn’t it?”
“I trust you to make the tight decision,” I said softly.
His eyes met mine, and for a moment, something like pain flashed across his features. “Thank you,” he replied, his voice barely audible.
The moment we stepped back into our room, the contrast was stark. Hours ago, there had been bloodstains and chaos; now, the space was utterly spotless and orderly.
“They’ve cleaned everything,” I murmured, touching the freshly made bed.
Kaius came up behind me, his arms encircling my waist as he drew me against his chest. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you
are?” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
The sudden intimacy caught me off guard.
“I’d like to remind you again; you are beautiful inside and out, and you would always be worth it,” he continued, turning me to face
him.
“Sometimes when I look at you, you feel so surreal,” I admitted, reaching up to touch his face. “Even after all these months, the feeling that I could wake up to discover it was all a dream never fades away.”
His eyes darkened with an emotion I couldn’t quite name. “You are strong and independent, and you proved that today. Don’t let anyone break you, not even me.”
The strange solemnity in his voice sent a chill down my spine. “Why would you say that?”
Instead of answering, he simply looked at me. His gaze held a profound depth, a flicker of something like pity that tighted my stomach, but it vanished almost instantly, replaced by a hard, unwavering resolve.
Before could process the shift, he pushed me back onto the bed, his movements urgent, almost rough. His hands went straight for my pants, yanking them down just past my hips, leaving them tangled around my thighs. There was a strange desperation clinging to him, an unsettling energy I’d never felt from him during intimacy before.
He offered no foreplay, bypassing any tenderness. With blunt efficiency, he shed his own pants and positioned himself between my legs, thrusting directly into me. The sudden, unprepared intrusion, combined with the lingering panic his earlier expression had ignited within me, meant I felt none of the usual immediate pleasure My mind raced, unsettled.
But the raw friction, the undeniable feeling of him filling my cunt completely, soon began to override my anxiety. Sensation, hot and demanding, eventually sparked as he started to fuck me with a driving, almost frantic rhythm.
It wasn’t long, lacking his usual stamina. With a final, deep thrust, he collapsed onto me, his full weight pressing me into the
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mattress. He didn’t roll away of close his eyes. Instead, he remained partially propped up, staring down at me. Itis eyes seemed distant, almost numb, holding none of the usual post–passion drowsiness or connection. He just watched me, leaving me feeling exposed and deeply unsettled beneath his unwavering, blank gaze.
“You know you need to sleep; you didn’t get any last night,” I said, stroking his face.
“I can’t waste this time I have to spend with you. Every second is worth treasuring, he replied, his fingers tracing patterns on my
bare skin.
Something about his words, the way he said them–as if counting down moments rather than savoring them–raised a warning flag in my mind. But before I could question him further, he kissed me again, and thoughts of danger and suspicion melted away under his touch.
Morning brought renewed preparations for the party. Servants bustled through the pack house, transforming the grand hall with decorations and flowers. The kitchens worked overtime, the scent of baking bread and roasting meats filling the corridors.
In our chambers, I surveyed the dresses laid out for my selection. My fingers lingered on a particular favorite–a deep blue gown that complemented my eyes and fell in elegant folds to the floor.
“I know, right? It looks beautiful,” I said, holding it up for Kaius to see.
He glanced up from the papers he’d been reviewing. “Yes, it does.”
“This is actually one of my best,” I added, pleased by his agreement.
But as I moved to try it on, his expression changed, “Elowen, I don’t think you should wear that.”
I stilled, confused by the sudden shift. “What? Why? You don’t like it?”
“Just pick something else,” he said, his tone final.
“But you just said-”
“Something else,” he repeated, turning back to his papers with a finality that left no room for argument.
I selected a different gown–a deep emerald that I hadn’t worn before–but the strange interaction left me unsettled. Kaius had been acting strangely since the attack, alternating between intense intimacy and odd distance. I told myself it was natural, given the circumstances. He was under immense pressure, ‘balancing his role as Alpha King with the new threat to his Lycan identity.
Yet as I dressed for the party, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something fundamental had changed between us.
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