All Chapters of Bound To The Alpha's Heart: His Silver-Eyed Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~LAIA~My feet are moving on their own, while my head is filled with a vivid image of a drop of sweat gliding its way down chiseled abs, conquering one ridge at a time, making its brave way to the patch of hair right above… I shake my head, sharpening my eyes on my surroundings. A squirrel, an orange leaf in the sea of brown, a yellow flower I just stepped on…Large capable hands that could wrap around my waist, thumbs grazing the soft skin of my belly… oh for fuck’s sake… Short stubbled jaw that would scratch so nicely against the skin of my neck as scorching lips put open mouthed kisses down, down, down…I almost snap a twig I picked up in half. Oh damn Damon for fucking living rent-free in my headFocus. Focus. Focus. Fucking focus.I pinch myself.I inhale, exhale... cold water seeps into my winter boots that are practically begging to be retired. We were told early in the morning that we’d be heading to some specific spot in the woods and to dress accordingly. I don’t even hav

~ DAMON ~Walking to the campfire, it’s the same as any Winter Festival, nothing new. The flames rise high, lighting up the dark sky. Everyone is laughing, eating, and drinking. The sound of drums mixes with the crackle of fire.Pack members jump over the flames, shouting wishes for a good spring, for awakening the Earth from her slumber. Even outsiders are always permitted. It’s one of the few nights the Faceless Pack feels alive… happy.I stand on the outskirts of the festivities, hands in my pockets, watching. Maddox growls low inside me, he hates the noise, the crowd. Watching High Priestess Selara burn her incense, I try not to think about the vision she said she saw… the Twelve.The Moon Relic, that piece of useless rock, will one day untie this mess we’re all in. A savior, one of the Twelve, is supposed to make everything right.That only pisses me off. Because it’s the reason Elara died. The fucking reason every woman I’ve bedded to bear my pup ends up dead.The incense keeps

~ LAIA~My body feels like it’s on fire. Everything inside me burns, warm, wild, strange.His chest presses against my back, his scent everywhere, intoxicating. The heat pooling between my legs feels foreign, and I don’t understand why my body reacts this way to this, to him.Cael’s face flashes behind my closed eyes, and I press them harder. No no no! He has no right. He threw me away, he didn’t want me. I don’t owe him anything. I don’t. Guilt clutches my heart and squeezes, until I want to howl.As if sensing something, Damon’s hand in my hair pulls tighter making the skin underneath sing with pain. Liquid hot desire rushes into my lower belly.“Almost done,” he says, his voice all gravel, as he takes my wrist and his thumb rubs at my pulse there. I shiver underneath him. All his weight pressing into me, his hips barely rocking as if on their own.One moment, he’s rubbing against me, the next, he jerks away. His eyes flash a fiery red before he storms out of the cave, pacing back a

Imagination encircles the world, and when left unchecked, it destroys faster than any blade.~ DAMON ~Her scent still clings to my skin. Haunts is the better word. It’s in my lungs, in my damn bloodstream, and Maddox won’t shut up about her. He keeps roaring every fucking 3 seconds like he’s starving and she’s the only thing he needs to sink his jaws into.I haven’t felt this alive since Elara. And that’s the part that pisses me off the most. There’s something about her… what’s the word? Enchanted? Awakened?Whatever it is, it crawls under my skin and settles too fucking deep. Her scent awakens Maddox in ways I’ve been trying to bury for years. And it’s driving us both insane.I haven’t felt this restless in years. Not even during the worst of it.I want her, fuck, I want to touch her again… feel her breathing against me… look into those wide, innocent eyes and watch them change the second she realizes what I really am.I want to drag her straight into my world.And taint every bit o

~LAIA~Cael’s eyes don’t leave mine for a full breath, dark, stunned, almost… petrified. My stomach twists. I break eye contact before the ache in my chest is plainly painted on my face. “It’s fine,” Damon murmurs barely two words, but the way his eyes dart from me to Cael and then back to his plate? Yeah. It’s not fine.I don’t breathe as Cael walks around the table and takes his seat at the only empty setting.I can smell his wolf because he’s sitting immediately to my right. Damon sits at the edge of the table, with Casper and Caden to his left, followed by Seris.I try to distract myself by staring up at the ceiling, forcing my thoughts onto pointless things, tracing and counting the chandeliers, anything to keep myself from feeling the bond, the scent, the pull of him.I unfold the napkin and place it on my lap. Folded side towards me or out? Wrists on the table, I know that. I put my wrists hopefully daintily on either side of my setting and stare at the two forks on the left