Counterback of the Despised Luna by Diana West

It Had Been About Punishment

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Fumbling for the light switch, 1 illuminated the room to discover Caden perched stiffly on the couch. His usually pristine suit looked rumpled, and the glass tray before him overflowed with crushed cigarette ends.

How many hours had he been waiting in the dark?

“You could’ve turned on a lamp–you nearly gave me a heart attack,” I muttered, sinking into the opposite chair. My eyes darted to the overflowing ashtray before ventured cautiously, “What’s going on? Did something happen to the Eclipse Pack?”

Caden remained motionless, only his gaze sliding toward me. His mouth pressed into a hard line as he demanded agam, each word sharp as dagger, “Explain yourself. What have you been doing behind my

back?”

“Behind your back?” My forehead creased in genuine confusion. “You’re acting like I’ve been sneaking around.”

What bee had gotten into his bonnet this time?

-Caden smirked–cold, humorless–before pulling out his phone and tossing it onto the table. “See for

yourself.”

Puzzled, I examined the screen–and my blood turned to ice. Staring back at me was a photograph from today’s rehearsal with Jasper. That unscripted moment when he’d pressed his lips to mine.

clearly been taken from a distance, capturing us mid–scene

major

Damn it.

photographer had managed

dawned, along with sudden clarity about Caden’s stormy mood.

Naomi struggled with the scene, so

danger than any shout, his handsome features twisted with

Caden’s POV:

to dismantle Jasper bone by bone. thrummed through my veins.

Touching what belonged

the moment!” Rosaline insisted inching closer with pleading eyes. “Ask

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up like that–lips parted, voire hoyed–iny

my hand in her hair and claimed her mouth with bruising

Finished

the kiss, but I didn’t slow down. I

wolf, roared approval as primal hunger

didn’t pause. In one fluid motion, I pinned her beneath me on the couch. Fabric tore as I ripped her blouse open, sending buttons skittering across hardwol. My palms shoved her

not here… Rosaline’s fingers tangled in my air, her

lips already glistened, swollen from my assault.

had no idea how she looked–like temptation incarnate. And that feeble

remember this: I don’t share. Not your time, not your smile–not even a single