All Chapters of I Need You, My Luna: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

XARION'S POVI almost didn't come here.I sat in my car outside this building for eleven minutes, which is becoming a habit I'm not proud of, arguing with myself about whether showing up here was the right move or just another version of not listening to what Megan clearly told me.She said stay away.She said it plainly, with that even, firm voice she uses when she means something and doesn't want it to be misunderstood.But I had one thing I needed to say. Just one. Not a grand gesture, not flowers, not another attempt to convince her of anything. Just this: I hear you, Megan. I'm going to give you the space you need. And I wanted to say it to her face, not through a text, not through Andrew, not through anyone else.One conversation. Five minutes, maybe less. And then I'd leave her alone.That was the plan.Caitlin met me in the lobby with the slightly startled expression of someone who wasn't expecting to see me but is too professional to say so, and she offered to walk me up and

XARION'S POVThe rain started about an hour ago.I can tell because I was already on my third drink when I heard it hit the windows, and I'm now significantly past my third drink, so the timeline tracks.The pack house common room is warm and illuminated, a large open space with deep couches, soft lighting, and lived-in energy that comes from years of my pack members using it for everything from strategy meetings to doing absolutely nothing in particular. Tonight it's half occupied, people scattered across various seats, conversations running low and easy.I'm in the corner with a bottle and a glass looking like a man who has made several questionable decisions today and has decided to honor them by making a few more.This isn't where I usually drink. I usually drink in my office or my home like a person with a functioning sense of privacy. But I didn't want to be alone tonight, which is its own kind of pathetic considering that being around other people isn't actually making me feel

MEGAN'S POVI still don't fully know why I'm here.That's the truthful answer, and I've been trying to make sense of it since I got into the cab outside the Stone Corporation branch and gave the driver this address, and I'm still trying to make sense of it now, standing inside the entrance of Xarion's pack house with a damp jacket and an umbrella that was largely useless against the angle of the rain.My wolf knew.That's what I can't stop thinking about. I spent forty minutes after Vance left sitting in my office trying to work, failing to work, staring at reports without reading them, and the whole time my wolf was pacing, restless and insistent, pulling my attention toward something I kept trying to ignore.She wanted him.She didn't care about logic or timing or whether it was a good idea. She just wanted Xarion.So eventually I stopped arguing with her.And now I'm here.And Xarion is looking at me like I'm something he's not entirely sure is real, which I understand, because I'm

XARION'S POVThe first thing I'm aware of is the light.Specifically, the fact that there's too much of it, coming through the curtains at an angle that feels personally aggressive, like the sun has decided this morning to make a point.The second thing I'm aware of is a headache.It's camped behind my eyes like it pays rent, pulsing with every heartbeat just to remind me it's there.I lie still for a moment, staring at the ceiling, and I take a slow inventory of the situation.I'm in my bed. I'm still in the clothes Andrew must've put me in last night, a T-shirt and sweatpants that I do not remember changing into, which means at some point I was either cooperative or completely unconscious, and based on everything else I know about last night, I'm going with the latter.And then, with the special cruelty of a mind that refuses to let you ease into consciousness gently, the memories arrive.The common room. The bottle. The increasingly unfiltered commentary I delivered to no one in pa

MEGAN'S POVI cannot believe I just did that.That's all I can think about as I stand here in Xarion's bedroom, my lips still warm from kissing him twice, my wolf practically doing backflips inside me, and Xarion looking at me with an expression that I can only describe as cautiously hopeful, like he's afraid to let himself believe this means anything in case he's wrong.I kissed him.Twice.The woman who spent months maintaining an ironclad position about distance and safety and keeping her life free of unnecessary complications kissed the same man she told to stay away, in his bedroom, while he was in a towel, on a weekend morning.My therapist would have thoughts, if I actually had one.My wolf, on the other hand, has absolutely no thoughts because she's too busy being smug.'I told you, Megan, you want him,' she purrs, which is irritating because she did, repeatedly, and I kept not listening.Xarion hasn't looked away from me, and the hope in his eyes is making my chest feel a lit