Semua Bab The Luna He Can’t Have: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Dayne waits, his eyes glinting, for me to continue, but when I say nothing else, he sighs.“There is nothing broken or half-crazed about you, Talis. You’re an alpha.”“But I’m submissive, I’ve always been—”“You don’t have a submissive bone in your body, which was clear as day when I saw your reaction to my stealing your towel in the motel. A submissive would have just meekly accepted it. But not you.” He snorts. “You’re as submissive as I am.”The towel. That’s why he… Nope. Now isn’t the time for that, not yet.Shaking my head, I try to make Dayne understand. “No, you’re wrong. I’ve always been a submissive. My wolf is—”“There is nothing wrong with your wolf.”I don’t remind him that my wolf, minutes ago just tried to tear his throat out and before that would have taken great pleasure in doing the same to Savannah. I let my silence and a raised eyebrow do the talking for me.“Other than when we first met, which, considering my reputation and what you’ve been through, anyone would h

But his reaction is always the same. He draws me closer against him as if to prevent me from stopping.So, this time, I don’t. I rub one side of his jaw with my cheek before turning to the other side, taking my time with it. And when he buries his hands in my hair, holding me against him, I replace my cheek with my lips.I inhale the clean scent of his skin as I kiss and nibble at his jaw, gently rocking against his jean-clad hardness until the need for more, the need for him to fill me becomes too much for me to ignore.I rise to my knees and reach between us to unzip him. He shifts me and I feel him jerking at his jeans, shoving them down and out of the way.Then I’m grasping him in my hand, stroking the hard length of him because I need to touch him again, need to feel him. His lips brush against mine and I smile because I can feel his harsh breaths against me, I can taste his desire, his want for more because of what I’m doing to him. Because it’s me making him feel this way.But

He didn't talk that day or the next.Instead, after we eat leftovers from the BBQ, Dayne carries me back up to our room and we spend the rest of the day and most of the night in bed.The pack doesn’t come back, and even Luka stays away.I can only guess Dayne has told them to because of my nearly attacking Savannah, which I’m grateful for since I’m sure I’d only do it again if she were around.And every time he tries to get me to talk, I find a reason to change the subject, or I shift. Or I hide in the forest and run for hours and hours until he has to come and find me.When I open my eyes, I know even before I roll over that Dayne isn’t about to let me slip away again. It seems his patience has finally run out.Turning over, I meet his gaze. “No more running away.”Wow, so not even a good morning first.“I just need to use the bathroom,” I lie as I get up.I’m planning on making a run for it the second I’m within feet of the bedroom door, but Dayne doesn’t need to know that.“After w

Talis POV It’s the smell that gives me my first clue about where I am. That and the jute rug digging into my belly. After opening my eyes, I wait for the haziness and the blurred vision to clear. For several seconds I do nothing but stare at the way the sunlight dances over a single bed covered with a shabby-looking pink comforter.At that moment, any lingering doubt I’ve been harboring about where I am evaporates. And then I know. I’m home.No. Not home. I’m back in the Merrick pack.Even though I’m in no hurry to move, the jute rug is making me itch like crazy, so I roll onto my back to scratch at my belly. Only, the second I do, any need to scratch takes a backseat to someone hammering at my temples, but more urgently, my stomach roiling in a way that can only mean one thing.I’m going to be sick.I don’t move, hoping if I lie still long enough, the need will go away, and my stomach will settle. Please don’t be sick, please don’t be sick, please—My stomach gurgles. Clamping a han

Talis POV I lose track of how much time I spend spewing my guts out.And even though the lingering smell of stew makes me swallow, I finally stop working out how I’m going to sleep in the bathroom without fearing I’ll wake up with my head in the toilet bowl.This is mainly because once I finished tossing my cookies, I took the fastest shower of my life, terrified Uncle Glynn would come back while I was in there since my tiny bathroom has no lock to speak of.Then after brushing my teeth twice, I plugged my nose and left the stew in the shower and closed the bathroom door.Now and again, I can still catch the faint scent, but it’s manageable. Barely.With only a skylight high above me and nothing else to do in my room, I spend the next five minutes lying in my bed and staring up at the cloudy sky.I don’t even know what time it is.Since Uncle Glynn served up the stew, I’m guessing it’s afternoon. But ask me to tell you the time, and I’d be pulling a number from out of my ass.For the