My Mate is the Luna
k. The air smelled of pine and damp earth, sharp enough to sting her nose. Rhea pulled her cloak tighter as she slipped
t with every part of her. Yet she
ocked on the rogue's, something inside her burned and pulled with a force she couldn't fight. She ha
bo
t was the only thing that h
er skin crawled. His voice was silk to others but poison to her. She had been chosen for this life, forced int
rd, the forest whispering around her. A low breeze
art st
st any wolf.
he
and rough, bro
Slowly, she turned
rt clung to his chest, torn at the sleeve. Dirt streaked his jaw, but nothing dimmed the raw po
ere," she whispered
ady and unhurried. "
d him before she could stop it. He smelled of earth and smoke, wild and fierce, and her knees weak
topped a breath away, his gaze burnin
ok her head fast. "No. I
loak. Even that faint touch sent fire rippl
ce trembled out, no longer strong, onl
eath warmed her lips. His eyes darkened,
er, waiting for the rejection. But no rejection came. The moment his mouth touched her
cond pouring fuel into the fire. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin as though she was something
ragged bursts. Her lips tingled. Her body t
said, voice low, s
ssed her forehead against his chest, her sh
her neck, firm, grounding.
at strength hold her. But she wasn't free. She was bound by vows and
You don't understand
said, sharp as steel
staring at him. "Don't say that. Y
f," Jace shot back. His jaw clenched,
s, with the bond pressing harder between them.
e cut throug
turned, body taut
rees... rough, low, closi
his breath. "The
in her stomach.
hand, his grip strong, sure.
bs. Trust him? A rogue? A strang
quick. Branches scraped her cloak. Her breath came hard, loud in her ears, as
st heaving. Jace stood close, his bo
clung to his. S
urning toward her. "Whatever happ
ed for years. She wanted to believe him. I wanted to step into that promise. B
didn't let go
it
split t
s, long and sharp, answere
lood tur
ers were
ad fou
ime, they