Chapter 35
Been the contact of my eye, Fury push tick from the chah and ries with a long, terý ngh
x the rumours going dining, he says, “bathing’s been confirmed yet. But one thing is know for us the alphasn’t let go of the hadretined Har him by the Atcom Goddess het ʼn rond time. Wat even for power
free fingers sillling on the plate in my hands Something hot coils in my chest, and before I can stop myself, I drop the plate into the sink with a loud
chafter
whip around “I don’t care if the rumours are true or not!” i snap, heat rising in my face. “It’s not my dame business, Fury. I still stand by what I said–1 don’t accept the mate bond between us. So you don’t have to defend him.”
Herums & hand through his hair, but I continue.
Power can drive a man crazy, I’ve seen it–I’ve lived it. So Jack can marry the Alpha King’s daughter. Or the goddess herself, for all t care. He can fuck whoever he wants-”
My voice cracks at the end, and I hate that it does. A heavy silence settles between us as Fury just stands there, calmly and eyes narrowing.
“If you don’t care“, he says slowly, “then why are you crying?”
blink “What?”
He motions toward my face. “If the alpha marrying someone else doesn’t bother you, why are there tears ning down your cheeks?”
My hand flies to my face before I even register the wetness. Sure enough–two cold, traitorous streaks. My eyes widen, and I quickly turn back to the sink, wiping my cheeks with the heel of my hand.
“I’m not crying because of him,” I say, voice cracking just a little. “It’s the soap… from the water. It got in my eyes. See?” I even gesture weakly at the sink like that’ll somehow help prove my ridiculous lie.
Fury lets out a dry laugh. “Right. Soap.” He rolls his eyes and turns toward the door. “Keep lying to yourself, Luna.”
Luna?
Why did that word make my heart skip?
His back is already to me, but something inside me panics. “Fury–wait.”
He pauses in the doorway, half–turned. “What is it? I’ve got to get back on patrol. I’ve been gone too long already.”
I wipe my hands on a towel and step closer. “I need a favor.”
He lifts an eyebrow.
“I need to send a letter… to my old pack,” I say quietly. “To my mom–she’s mated to the Beta there. And to my best friend Caspian.., he’s a warrior, I just want to let them know I’m okay and… I need to hear that they’re okay too. Please,”
Fury studies me for a moment, his gaze softening slightly.
“I can help with that,” he says, surprising me. “Luckily for you, Alpha Jack planted spies in every pack. That’s how he stays one step ahead–control, Your letter will be delivered without trouble. I’ll make sure of it.”
I breathe out in relief, my chest unclenching just a bit. “Thank you. Just… don’t let Jack find out, please. This has to stay between us.”
He nods firmly. “Write the letter while I’m on patrol. Give it to me when I get back–I’ll send it immediately.”
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I smile up at him, small but real. “Thank you, Fury.”
He bows and slips out the door, his footsteps fading into silence.
I let out a long sigh and turn back to the sink, determined to finish cleaning up. But when I reach for the plate, I see it–cracked clean down the middle, broken from where I dropped it in my stupid anger.
“Damn it,”
pick up the broken pieces, tossing them in the trash with more force than necessary. “Screw you, Jack,” I whisper bitterly. “Get out of my damn head.”
I dry my hands, pacing the kitchen once before storming out.
I have a letter to write.
I push open the bedroom door and step inside with a sigh. I made my way to the drawers of the bedside table; my fingers fumbled through it–empty, of
course.
Muttering curses under my breath, I march over to his wardrobe. Jack is an Alpha, and I know he keeps letters and often issues written orders. I rummage through the shelves until finally–I find ink, parchment, and a fountain pen. At last.
But before I can reach for them, the door behind me creaks shut with a soft click.
I freeze.
Probably just the breeze, I tell myself, brushing off the sudden chill that skitters down my spine. I don’t turn around. Instead, I reach for the paper-
And then I smell it.
That scent.
Gods, that scent. Woodsmoke, cedar, rain–soaked earth–something untamed. It curls around me like invisible ropes, thick and intoxicating, dragging me into a place I don’t want to go. My muscles tense, heat blooming at the base of my spine.
“Great,” I mutter to myself with a dry laugh. “Now I’m hallucinating his scent. I’m officially losing it.”
But the scent only grows stronger, hotter, wrapping around me like wildfire. I can’t focus. My hand trembles as I reach for the pen.
“This is insane,” I growl, slamming the wardrobe shut in frustration. “Damn you, Jack-”
I spin around.
He’s there.
Right behind me.
My breath catches in my throat as I stumble back, but his hands catch my waist before I can fall. He’s so close I can feel his breath against my cheek. His hands burn where they touch my skin, and I’m paralysed–not by fear, but by how easily he disarms me.
“Why did you bring another man into our home?”
My mouth falls open. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Fury,” he spits the name like venom. “Why did you bring him here? Cooking for you, standing too close, doing the things I should be doing with you… for you. Is that why you’re so eager to reject me? So you can be with him? What–what connection do you have with him?”
His jealousy rings in my ears like a siren, and just like that, the haze of his presence shatters.
My breath shudders in my chest, but not from guilt. From rage, and my heart remembers how he left me alone, Hungry. Abandoned. Off to play house
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with the Alpha King’s daughter–his future wife.
I shove him away. Hard. “I should be asking you that question,” I snap, eyes blazing. “What connection do you have with the Alpha King’s daughter?! heard you’re getting married to her. Is that why you’re so damn comfortable letting me go?”
His lips twitch–almost a smile. “if I didn’t know you better, I’d swear you were jealous.”
“Jealous?” I laugh bitterly. “Please. Have you forgotten?) rejected you.”
“You did,” he agrees quietly. “But you also admitted you’re attracted to me. Don’t lie, Kali. I know you’re pissed because I left for too long. But I had my reasons. I didn’t expect it to take that long–I was settling some issues.”
“You mean setting up your wedding date?” I hiss.
He opens his mouth, but I cut him off.
“You know what? I don’t care anymore.” My voice trembles, but I push forward. “Accept the rejection, Jack. Let’s end this, once and for all.”
He doesn’t say a word.
Then his gaze drops to the hem of my shirt–his shirt–and a low, possessive growl rumbles from his chest.
“You’re wearing my shirt,” he says softly. A note of something unfamiliar in his voice.
I say nothing.
He takes the chance to step closer, wrapping an arm around my waist before I can move. He lowers his head, inhaling deeply against the crook of my neck. “I like them on you,” he whispers. “They look better on you than they ever did on me.”
He’s trying to distract me.
“Stop it,” I whisper, fists trembling against his chest. “Accept the rejection, Jack. Keep your word. You said the next time we saw each other, if I still wanted to reject you, you’d accept it. I’m not changing my mind,”
He exhales slowly, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes–and for the first time, I see a war raging behind his gaze. A storm. One that mirrors the
chaos inside me.
I bite the inside of my cheek, silently begging him to say something else. To beg. Just once.
But he lets go of me.
His hand falls away, and the moment stretches into eternity.
“I, Alpha Jack…” he begins, his voice hoarse.
My heart skips, then drops.
“…accept-”
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
The sound slams through the room like a thunderclap. Relief floods me. I push past him before he can stop me, bolting toward the door as if the hounds of hell are at my heels. My fingers fumble with the handle, and I yank it open–only for words to die in my throat.
Standing there is the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever seen, as if she were carved from moonlight itself. For a heartbeat, I wonder if the Moon Goddess has come to collect me.
She’s dressed in a shimmering emerald gown that clings to her hourglass figure like it was made just for her. Her long, jet–black hair cascades in flawless waves down her back. Her full lips gleam with gloss, and her blood–red nails sparkle like polished claws.
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She cuts me off with o fate, supary smile that dowen’t reach her toy eyes. “I’m Lady Celectis, this says nothly “e’s future wife this mate His Lond
the the Alphs King’s daughter?
And if she is…
My liess part, but no sound comes out. My brain serambles for words–anything–to say.
But she keeps going.
“And who are you?” she says, her fake smile never fading. “Don’t tell me you’re one of the Alpha’s little flings. One of his whores? Someone he keeps around to warm his bad when he’s bored?”
The insult lands like a slap, but she doesn’t even blink. “Then again, he is an Alpha. Men like him need an outlet. I wouldn’t expect restraint from someone so… primal.”
The words swirl in my head, but none of them find my voice.
She lets out a cold laugh. “But seriously–this is what he’s been fucking? Pathetic.”
And just like that, she walks past me, brushing against my shoulder like I’m nothing but a shadow in her perfect little fairytale.
My hands ball into fists at my sides.
And just like that–my silence cracks. Because no one walks into my life and calls me a whore.
Not even the so–called future Luna.
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