The Heartless Alpha's Beloved Luna Novel - Chapter 546

Chapter 546 | caught her by the shoulders and held her back so! could see her face. "Avery. Slow down." | searched her eyes for some sign she was joking, some flicker of the woman who had only just agreed to date again, let alone have a child. Right now, all | saw was heat and desire, like her wolf was going wild with lust. "You don't mean that. You're not thinking straight." "I've never thought clearer in my life." "We just started this again. A few weeks ago." | sat up under her, my hands still on her arms. "We're not married.

You've told me a hundred times you're not ready for that, and | promised to give you space until you are. This isn't you." "Oh, Gideon." She leaned close, her lips brushing my neck. "Don't you want me?" she murmured against my throat. "Don't you want to fill this house up? Give Bjorn a little sibling? Tie me to you for good, so | can never leave?" The words turned my blood cold. This wasn't like her at all. Maybe she was drunk, or the fever was still affecting her. Either way, right now, | didn't feel like it was a good idea to be intimate. Not in her current state.

"Stop." | tightened my grip and tried to ease her off of my lap. "Avery, | mean it. Get off for a second and just talk to me-" She bit down on my neck, her fangs sinking in, before | could finish. | cursed out loud as | felt the skin break, felt the wet heat of blood well up under her mouth. Without thinking, | shoved her off hard, clutching at the side of my neck. ° She hit the mattress on her side with a grunt. | shot to my feet, gasping, and pulled my hand away from my neck. My fingers were already dark and slick with blood. "What the hell, Avery?" | breathed, chest heaving.

She pushed herself up on one elbow. The hunger had dropped off of her face, replaced by something blank and unreadable, before, a moment too late, the concern came. Like she forgot she was supposed to feel bad for drawing blood. "I'm sorry," she said, sitting up and sniffling. Her eyes welled up with tears. "I got carried away. It was an accident." + "An accident." | pressed my palm back to the bite, feeling it throb. Blood was running down toward my collarbone. "You drew blood." "| didn't mean to." She wiped at her eyes. "I don't know what got into me. I'm so worked up tonight.

| just wanted to be close to you, and | lost my head." She reached for my hand. "Come here. Let me look at it." | didn't give her my hand. | went into the bathroom instead and ran the tap, pressing a wet washcloth to my neck until the bleeding slowed to a trickle. In the mirror, the bite was already turning dark purple around the edges of the punctures. That was going to leave a mark, just like the night she'd clawed me in her sleep. Only this time, it felt different. Deliberate, and remorseless, as if she didn't really care. As if it were all an act.