sent shivers up my spine, gooseflesh appeared on my skin, his lips cool against my skin.
My heart was racing so fast I thought it might burst.
He stepped back, his movements smooth and unhurried, and turned to leave. His broad shoulders disappeared down the corridor,
leaving me rooted in place.
“What… just happened?” I whispered to myself, staring at the spot where he’d stood.
Behind me, Knox let out a low whistle. “Well, that was entertaining ”
I spun around, glaring at him. “Don’t start.”
Knox chuckled, clearly enjoying my flustered state. “You’re blushing.”
“I am not,” I snapped, though the warmth in my cheeks betrayed me.
“Right,” Knox said, smirking. “You might want to fix that before dinner, little wolf.”
I scowled at him, but my mind was already spinning. Dinner. Tonight. With him.
What had I gotten myself into?
Alaric ran a hand through his hair.
He felt like an idiot.
“My Luna? Kissing her hand?” He groaned, running his hand through his hair one more time.
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Pathetic.
+15 Bonus
The deep, angry voice of his Lycan beast rumbled in his mind, dripping with disdain. It had a knack for making him feel worse at
exactly the wrong moments.
“Oh, shut up,” Alaric muttered aloud, pacing the length of his private chamber.
You’ve faced wars, led armies, crushed rebellions, the beast continued, a growl echoing faintly in his head. And here you are,
flustered by a slip of a girl.
“I’m not flustered,” Alaric snapped, though he wasn’t convincing even himself. “It’s strategy. Keep her on her toes, make her
feel unsettled.”
You kissed her hand like a lovesick pup, the beast sneered. It was embarrassing.
Alaric stopped pacing, exhaling sharply. He didn’t need a lecture from his inner monster about how badly he’d handled things.
He’d already replayed the moment enough times in his mind–her wide, startled eyes, the faint blush on her cheeks, the way she
froze like he’d just announced her execution instead of inviting her to dinner.
A knock at the door snapped him out of his spiraling thoughts.
“Come in,” he called, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The door swung open, and Knox stepped inside, his trademark smirk firmly in place. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, leaning
casually against the doorframe. “I heard you made quite the impression on our little Luna.”
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Alaric shot him a warning glare. “Don’t start.”
“Oh, I’m starting,” Knox said, his smirk widening. “Kissing her hand? Calling her my Luna? What’s next, poetry under the
moonlight? How are you going to find someone to break your curse when you can’t even talk to woman.”
Alaric groaned, rubbing his temples. “I don’t need this from you right now, Knox.”
“Are you sure? Because this is gold.” Knox crossed his arms, clearly enjoying himself. “You should’ve seen her face. She looked
like she didn’t know whether to faint or run for her life.”
“Knox.” Alaric’s voice dropped, a clear warning.
“Relax, Your Majesty,” Knox said, though the grin never left his face. “I’m just saying, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you this… off your game.”
“I’m not off my game,” Alaric bit out. “It was a calculated move.”
Knox raised an eyebrow. “Calculated? You winked at her.”
Alaric glared at him, but Knox continued undeterred.
“You know who’s going to love this?” Knox said, his tone turning mischievous.
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Alaric’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t.”
“Oh, I’m telling her,” Knox said, already turning toward the door.
“Knox,” Alaric growled.
But Knox was already gone, his laughter echoing down the hallway,
