Zarek POV I stood there, the door open behind me, my eyes scanning over Lunette's face. She looked up at me, her face pale, her hands hovering over the bed frame. Her scent hit me like a train on railroad tracks; it was undeniable that I wanted her. Nothing had ever left me feeling this kind of want; it was like all of me was out of control and reaching.My wolf growled, spinning out of control as muscle spasmed and contracted, the pain becoming almost unbearable.She stood there, her eyes filled with fear, and my wolf welcomed it, even as a rational part of me fought to stay away from her and not attack her like it yearned to do. Istood there, my body tensing, my muscles coiling, so I was ready to pounce. Lunette was backed up against the wall, her face pale with fear. I didn't hear when it happened, but suddenly I was stumbling into a wall with a heavy weight on my chest shoving me in place. I blinked rapidly, stumbling upright to my feet, my gaze snapping to his almost immediate
Lunette Pov Zarek roared, and I hissed in pain at his nails digging into my skin. "You need to leave," he roared, and she shook her head."No, no, you don’t understand. You shouldn’t be here.” He cried out, his other hand shooting out and gripping my wrist in an awkward movement due to the chains binding his limbs.His touch was almost desperate. “It’s not safe.”“What do you mean it’s not safe? It’s just you and me.” I hissed, twining our fingers together. "I'm safe with you," I muttered, and I meant it; he was my mate, so there was no one I could be safe with if it weren't him.His eyes squeezed shut, and another guttural groan ripped from his throat. His grip on my wrist tightened painfully, but instead of pulling away, I leaned closer, my fingers brushing lightly against his cheek; his skin was burning up hot and feverish.Something wandered beneath his skin.“I can feel it,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.“There’s something inside you, Zarek." I looked to him in
Lunette POV Zarek was staring into my eyes; he had never done that before, not when he found out that we were mates and definitely not when his father had decided to claim me as his.He had always looked at me like he was ready to strangle him, and he would if given the chance. But as it stood now, if he harmed me, he would get in trouble with the alpha.The thing though was that no matter what way he looked at me, when he did, I felt it deep within me, but somehow it was the way he looked at me now with lust and care.I swallowed, feeling hot all of a sudden. Maybe the room was a little too quiet, or was that just me? I stilled, my finger lingering over the bed sheets. Zarek looked stressed still, his arms wrapping around his body as if he were still in pain, but he leaned into me, his hands running over the callouses of mine. I swallowed deeply. "You should rest," I mumbled, and he laughed, and I blinked in surprise. That was the first time he had done anything remotely kind to me
Zarek's POV "You're so goddamn beautiful, and I want you so badly. I whispered, running my hands over her face, although the room light was dim, tiny shadows of a flickering firelight dancing across the walls and over her face. My body was still tense, the lingering effects of a forces shift, or was it the kiss that I had just shared that left my limbs burning up?Her scent surrounded me—wildflowers and something sweet, something that was just hers—iit was enough to clear thefog of my mind. “I don’t want to hurt you,” I managed to say, my voice sounding strainedeven to myself. “You won’t,” Lunette whispered, her lips brushing my ear. “You’re stronger than that.” I exhaled slowly, my breath ragged, closing my eyes. “Lunette,” I rasped, my voice rough. "How do you believe in me so much?" I asked, looking into her eyes, meeting her gaze. Her dark eyes were filled with heat—the same heat I felt in me. She smiled, her hands sliding up to my neck, her thumb brushing along my jaw."Be
Lunette POVHe held me in his arms, but it felt different, as if he had finally convinced me that I was not leaving him. He kept running his hands through my hair, and it felt good in a way to stay there in his arms knowing I was his, even if it was just in this moment.Zarek, my mate.He took my face into his palm."Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked, and I smiled, hiding my face away. I had always wanted to hear this from someone once in my life; all my life I had been told I was useless and not worthy, but to have someone see my worth.Someone who I care for, it was a bit overwhelming, I swallowed"You're not bad yourself," I whispered, the soft glow of the candle, casting a soft glow on his face so he looked like a beast and a prince all at once.My heart pounded in my chest as Ilifted my hand to his face, then through his hair."Lunette," he whispered, his voice a
Lunette POV I drifted in and out of sleep the whole night while tangled in Zarek’s arms, feeling the warmth of his body. Iwas spent, my skin tingling with the echoes of pleasure from the orgasm that had left me quivering just hours ago. Each time my eyes fluttered open, I found myself still cradled in his arms, my head resting against his chest, with his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. Zarek. His scent was unmistakable—that mix of sandalwood and something light, maybe pine.My limbs were heavy, and although the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing should have lulled me back to sleep, I stayed awake. Finally giving up, I opened my eyes fully. It was still dark outside, like it would have been night forever if it was possible.The candlelight had gone off, so the moonlight filtering through the curtains was casting a soft glow over the room. Sitting up slightly I tilted my head, and there he was—Zarek, lying beside me, his face calm and peaceful in his sleep. He wasn't in pain
Lunette POV I wasn't going to read it for long, that's what I told myself right up until the moment I picked up a chair and settled right into it, curiosity overriding all sense of caution I might have shown otherwise. The title was a simple scrawled stroke, underlined, and then crossed over as if he couldn't quite decide that was what he wanted the name to be.Bloodmoon—it was simple and yet totally ominous. I flipped to the next page, scanning over the opening lines. Zarek’s writing was good, better than I expected, and the heroine felt familiar. Too familiar.The first line caught my breath in my throat.*She was fire and ice, wrapped in a mystery even she didn’t fully understand.*My stomach twisted as I read further, and a sense of unease settling over me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the story wasn’t just a random fantasy novel. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my fingers tightening around the pages as I continued to read. The descriptions, the way she moved, spoke—it
Zarek POVI was still dreaming, or maybe I wasn't. Lunette was pressed against me; her mouth opened in pleasure as I bit the inside of her neck, marking her as mine forever. A smile spread over my face as I looked into her eyes later.I woke up feeling lighter than I had in days, certainly lighter than I felt yesterday, which was saying something. My body felt rested; the tension that usually pulled at my muscles was noticeably absent. So was the pain and pulling from yesterday's forced transformation.Last night, I had slept like a dead man. I sat up, stretching my arms, muscles rippling under the cool sheets, and reached out for Lunette beside me instinctively. But my hand found only empty space, the sheets cold where her warmth should have been."Lunette?" I called out softly, but there was no answer. My brow furrowed as I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and glanced around the room. She wasn’t here. Just the faint scent of her