All Chapters of Bound To The Alpha's Heart: His Silver-Eyed Luna: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

~LAIA~As I stare at him, my breath stutters. “Oh my Goddess…”My hand is still mid-air, trembling. The sting on my palm hits me. My hands go clammy, like I just signed my own damn death sentence.“What… what did I just...?”I slapped him. I actually slapped him.“Damon… Alpha Damon… I... I didn’t mean…”His gray eyes darken that dangerous shade.“That was sexy,” he murmurs, voice dropping. “Didn’t know you had it in you. Quiet… calm… but brave.”He takes a step toward me... I throw my hand up again, stopping him. “Don’t come closer!” I almost yell.He freezes instantly.I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but fuck this. I never agreed to any of this in the first place. I’m not dumb. I know exactly what it means to be his bedmate, just there to warm his sheets and breed his children. And somehow that’s as bad as being Cael’s mistress.At the end of the day, my job is to give him kids. Like some damn broodmare.“You said you weren’t going to force me back in the cave,” I snap, my voice

~LAIA~At the very last second, I shove Cael straight into the closet. He opens his mouth to say something but I slam the door shut on his face, and turn to the door currently being knocked on.On my way to it, I grab the bottle of some I’m sure devastatingly expensive perfume from the neatly arranged make-up products, and spray the entire room until my eyes sting. This should keep Damon from smelling Cael long enough. Possibly. Hopefully.Taking a shallow breath and choking on a cough, I open the door, and this time I’m not surprised by who is standing there.I am, however, surprised by the state he’s in.He’s shirtless. Utterly, inconsiderately nude above his waist, with just black jeans sitting on his hips lower than I’d prefer. A thin silver chain rests on his muscular chest, catching the hallway light. I’ve seen him shirtless before, but this… this is the first time he’s been this close.The stupid ache just underneath my chest cavity hits me full force. My eyes betray me, draggi

~DAMON~Maddox doesn’t hesitate. We pretty much teleport straight to Laia.I can feel claws pushing from my nail beds, and fur springing from my forearms as I run. Seris is lucky I still have some control over Maddox.Seeing Laia lifeless on the floor makes my body go instantly cold. Maddox wants to growl, to roar for help, to tear the world apart. I scoop her into my arms and she goes limp against me.Her weight lies wrong against me, unnaturally still, frighteningly fragile.I press her closer, listening, counting, for any sign she’s still here. Her breathing comes faint and uneven, barely there, but it’s enough to keep me moving. Enough to keep me sane.I don’t fucking wait for a car. I hold her tight against my chest and run, faster than anyone else around me, straight for the pack hospital. The world blurs around me. Wind tears past my ears. Footsteps thunder right behind me. Caden. He’s running too, pushing himself to keep up, but I'm not wasting a single second.She needs to be

~DAMON~It’s been two days since the incident, and Maddox has found a new hobby - watching Laia.We watch how her silver eyes spark when Dr. Bastien finally discharges her, armed with medication and a list of strict recommendations. Maddox barely hears any of it. His attention never leaves her. He watches the way a faint blush creeps up her cheeks when she’s shy, the way her face tightens into a frown whenever something I say makes her uncomfortable. I keep telling him to calm down.But it’s too late for that. This is a full-time job now, juggling pack work while still carving out time to see her.“Are you going to feed me again?” she asks with a teasing smile smile with her lunch in front of her.I nod.She shakes her head. “Hell no, Damon. I’ll feed myself, however I can.”She cuts me off before I can argue, already reaching for the tray.“Touché. Your ego’s wounded,” Maddox teases.I shut him out.“How are you comfortable with your friend being in rehabilitation?” she asks, halfwa

~DAMON~IFive days later.Maddox is prowling inside my skull, restless and feral. Laia’s scent fills the air, sweet and inviting, driving him mad, driving me mad. I force him down, grit my teeth, breathe through the burn.Lady Marissa, the woman running that damnable We Heat Together, made it clear early on: Laia requested to spend her Heat alone. Her choice. One we’re expected to respect. One I am expected to respect.Even with Maddox pressing hard against my control, raining hell inside my head, demanding I go to her. I don’t because wanting her doesn’t make it my right to take what she didn’t give.It's taking forever, I can only imagine the pain shr would be in, and damn ner for being so stubborn. I tear through the woods, boots skidding over frost and roots, everything blurring except the trail of her scent pulling me forward like a leash wrapped tight around my spine. Sweet. Fevered. Laia.By the time the cabin comes into view, my pulse is roaring in my ears.Unmated males wait