I Am The Luna

Chapter 0432

How did I even have one?

There was a time after the war when I wondered if all the Sable and Sublime were given mates, and perhaps there was a part of me that wondered what and whom the Goddess would choose for me, but…

To be faced with something so big at a time like this, and so suddenly… I run my fingers through my hair as I close the door to my suite, unable to remove the image of the woman her. Nor

on the bed, unable to forget the gap between her lower back and the bed beneath

the way her breasts rose and fell… 2

I exhale as I pull off my suit jacket and head to my ensuite to shower. I need to clear my head.

A few hours have passed, but sleep has forsaken me. I open my eyes, letting out a sigh of exasperation as I push off my blanket and sit up, shaking my head only for my hair to flop forward again.

Screw this.

I get out of bed, adjust my grey pants and stare in the mirror at my bare torso. I can’t really go like that… I turn to my wardrobe and grab a grey gown and slip it on, not bothering to tie it as I slip out of my bedroom.

Zade will be on alert… I just need to go as quietly as possible…

hall, knowing exactly what spots creak and which don’t and reach her room. I reach for the doorknob, pausing as I ask myself, what am I

have the

the knob and push open the door, my eyes glimmering when I see her sleeping in bed.

hitting me again. It’s dizzying, and I close my eyes, inhaling it as I

look down at her. Although she looks younger, she’s probably in her late twenties at most… Far

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stretch my hand reaching for her jaw, noticing her high cheekbones.

This pull…

anything more than a forced pull? Is the mate bond even a good thing? With such intensity… it would draw us to even the worst person… Is this why Valerie is unable to stay away from Zade? Is this the reason Zaia forgave Sebastian time and time again?

the pull of a bond I did not

mere millimetres from her face.

It’s not real.

She’s not real.

no way a woman who has clearly lived a life similar to

1. me. 1

incompatible without this

to awaken her. She turns her head ever so slightly and I can tell she’s trying to wake up, but she’s still not up