Rejected Luna: He wants me back
“I am not giving up.”
“Me neither,” he purrs, the rumble vibrating through his chest. It isn’t loud or low, not unpleasant, but holds something more primal to it, more animalistic. Despite its strangeness, the sound has an unexpected effect. The knots of tension that have coiled in my stomach loosen their grip. I feel calmer on hearing this sound.
My lips tug up. “What’s that?” I ask, amusement lacing my voice.
“You don’t know? When we make sounds like these, our mates calm down,” he says and kisses my forehead. It sends a tingle down my spine and spreads warmth through my chest.