All Chapters of Luna of the North: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

AaronThe teeth clamping down onto my neck send a shockwave of pain scorching through my body.The last thing I need is for my throat to be torn out by this shifter, leaving me vulnerable to being gutted by his pack alpha as I'm bleeding out.Twisting around in order to slam my body against the ground, I'm soon pinned by another set of teeth that sinks down deep into my shoulder. My wolf and I howl at the same time, not from the pain but from the frustration of these two having the audacity to think that taking me down would be so easy.I've faced armies of enforcers with only myself to defend the borders of my territory. I've had countless battles between other alphas with myself at the helm, tearing through enemies with little care and regard for where they'd come from. I'm known as the true terror of the South, the alpha with a penchant for bloodshed.The battlefield is where I thrive, not behind a desk spouting about politics.Letting out a chuff, I let us all fall to the ground,

GabrielaHis gaze is intensely fixed on me.Something flares in me then, a feeling that begins in my belly and spans outward. What is it about Aaron that always has me acting like this? I'm supposed to be playing the demure breeder and keeping my head down, not gaining his attention by boldly exclaiming my real feelings.It seems that no matter what I do, Aaron refuses to turn away from me. Instead, he pulls me in, poking and prodding at me until everything within me comes exploding out. Like he's doing it in order to see the real me.Maybe he is? Maybe this is what he's been wanting all along.But why? What's the point?His grip on my wrist is tight, but not enough to hurt. His palm is warm against my skin, scorching me like a brand. I want more.I want...Oh.Without realizing it, I'm leaning in—our breath mingling with each other. I'm too quick for him to react, or to even pull away, before I kiss him.Desire explodes inside of me, having long been dormant since ending things with

GabrielaHis body is so still I'm not even sure he's still breathing.The temptation to beg him to say something, anything, is nearly overwhelming.Without a word, his fingers tighten briefly and drag my head forward, crushing our mouths together. The twin lip rings pierced through the soft flesh are cool against my own, dragging along the seam of my mouth while he tilts his head to deepen our kiss.Fire lights within me, blazing through my veins and scorching everything in its wake. Still crushed against the window, the ridges of it dig into my back, but at this point I hardly care at all. He's hard against my leg, grinding up against me in the same motion as he does with his tongue flicking along the seam of my mouth.With a moan, I open up for him, letting him dive inside of my mouth in the desperate way of lovesick teenagers on the verge of getting caught. His hands move from my face and down to my hips, grabbing at them hard enough that I hope he leaves a bruise.He moves us toge

GabrielaHe's gone when I wake up.I try to not let it bother me, talking myself into believing that he's been called away on another border matter that needs his attention far more than cuddling me for the rest of the day and lounging in bed without a care in the world.Except, even as I head downstairs to eat because I'm starving, and Rose keeps me company while chattering on about whatever crazy thing she saw in the human town the last time she went there, I'm left feeling completely isolated.We never made any promises to each other before or after having sex. It isn't Aaron's problem that the second I let someone in like that, I become attached. For him, this could all be a simple case of convenience. I am, after all, his breeder.Perhaps he'd seen me throwing myself at him as an opportunity to get what he paid for."Earth to Gabriela?" Rose calls out to me, waving her spoon in my face. "Damn, where did you go? Mars?"I force back a wince and keep my eyes shifted down toward my b

GabrielaAaron has his back to me when I slip through the crack of the door and into the conservatory.He's bent over something on a wooden bench, his shoulders moving in quick motions while he uses some kind of tool. Growing closer, I realize that, on the bench, is a small bushel that he's clipping the leaves off of."What are you doing?" I ask.He doesn't seem startled by my sudden presence, the quick flicks of his wrist not once hesitating. His long hair is pulled back from his face in a loose tie at the nape of his neck, with some of the slightly shorter layers falling past his shoulders."Pruning," is what he answers with.I hover behind him, not quite sure where to place my hands while wringing my fingers together. So far, he isn't acting any different than normal. Which is and isn't a problem. I'm not being shunned, but now it feels like last night never happened.Maybe that's what he wants? He left before I woke up. With no note and no word left for me to find, what kind of me