บททั้งหมดของ His Midnight Luna: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

MIAI had to be losing my mind. Because that is the only explanation for why I started counting the days I hadn't seen Xavier on campus. I didn’t know how much I was starting to get used to his presence, even like it, until I stopped seeing him.That shadow in the background I knew would come out and save me if I was ever in need. My own superhero.The thought made my insides tingle and my cheeks warm. Things I shouldn’t be feeling because you know, I'm engaged and all. But Silas has never made me feel even a fraction of what Xavier makes me feel without even touching me.Since the night I slept in his bed, something shifted in me and it made all of this jst seem... right? Thinking abiut him. Wanting him close. I couldn't explain it.I was starting to get worried when the second day rolled in and I didn't feel him close. I tried to make up excuses, maybe he was sick, or he had pack business—whatever that meant. What if he was sick and bedridden in his apartment and no one knew?Should

MIAI ignored him and kept walking but I heard his footsteps. He was by me before I could reach the door. Something that should be physically impossible seeing the distance between us. But he was right in front of me now. That familiar scent of pine and something uniquely him hit me square in the chest.Panic, humiliation, confusion all tangled together. I closed my eyes, my hands hovering on the doorknob.“Don’t go, please.” he said behind me, his voice cracking a little.I straightened and turned slowly until I was facing him. I forced my voice to sound normal. “What are you doing here?”His chest was rising and falling too fast. “I could ask you the same thing.”“I’m practicing,” I snapped, frustration winning over nonchalance. “Since our captain hasn’t shown up to practice all week.”His jaw tightened. “I know. I’m sorry.”“Are you?”My voice shook and I hated it.He ran a hand through his hair, looking tortured. “I got your text.”“Which you ignored,” I finished for him.“That’s

XAVIERI could still taste her. Fell the desperate way she’d grabbed my shirt. Heard that small sound she’d made when my tongue swept against hers.It’s been three hours since Mia ran from the gym, leaving me breathless, my heart in my hands and Kane growling in my head constantly.‘Go back to her. Claim her. OURS.’“She ran!” I said out loud, my frustration bleeding through the burning in my chest.‘But she wanted us. I felt it.’I felt it too, the way she kissed me back, there was no denying it. It was pure hunger, desperation, and a need that matched mine. And the way her body had pressed into mine, fitting me completely. She was made for me. Even without wolf senses, she should be able to feel this connection that we have, right?I hated that there was no one I could ask about this. Finding your true mate was rare, but a wolf mating with a human was almost unheard of. So, there wasn’t really a know-how-to-deal-with-this textbook on the subject.I groaned and shifted on the bed aga

MIAI didn’t sleep after Esme finally went back to her bed.How could I? My mind wouldn’t stop replaying everything. The kiss. The necklace glowing. My father’s cold voice. Silas’s threatening text. And that nightmare. God, that nightmare was replaying itself in my head.How it had felt so real, and so vivid, I could swear I loved that and it was just a memory. Which didn’t make sense because wolves don’t exist. Werewolves, at least. That’s just crazy and nonsensical.Rational thought didn’t make me feel better. It only made more questions rush to the forefront of my mind.For the rest of the night, I just laid staring at the ceiling with my hand wrapped around my mother’s necklace. It was back to normal. No matter how many times I turned it or shook it and held it up, nothing happened and it didn’t light up. But I knew what I saw and it wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.The sky was already bright, faint lights streaming in through the blinds. I grabbed my phone and saw it was

MIA“In two weeks, you’re going to be my wife.”His words slammed into me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs. No matter how hard I tried to inhale, I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think past the ringing in my ears.His breath brushed my cheek as he leaned in, as though he was savoring the moment and my panic. One of his hands braced on the door beside my head, the other hovering too close to my waist, like he was deciding whether or not to touch me again.My throat went dry. My voice scraped out, barely a whisper.“Y-you’re lying. This won’t–my father–”His deep mocking laugh cut off my pathetic attempt at what? Denial?The truth was, my father would agree to change the date and move the wedding closer. And he wound’t tell me.Did he even plan on letting me know? If so, when?A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of this happening.“As if you didn’t expect this.” Silas's words pulled me from my panic stricken thoughts. His fingers skimmed my wa