The Twin Alphas Warrior Luna by RYN

Chapter 87

MIRO

My heart began to thud faster as the feel of her body against mine set a forbidden fire in my consciousness. Shaking my head, I took deep breaths, ignoring the urge to hold her tighter against my body.

Every step up the stairs became a battlefield of my will against the desires of my wolf. By the time I got to her room, I already had a raging hard-on and my wolf didn't help matters by planting mental images of how he wants her in my head.

"Stop." I whispered out loud, as I entered her room, being careful not to hit her head. When I got to her bed and gently laid her down, I stayed still, bending over her body. Her face was inches from mine, her slightly open lips so inviting that I had to swallow, to keep my desi Her breasts. Gods! Her huge breasts were inches away, round and slightly peeking from the top of her shirt. The desire to touch them, kiss them, bury my face in them became so overwhelming that I gripped her bedsheet.

Anything to stop me from making a rash decision.

But why can't I stand up? Why am I in this position, paralyzed and helpless at her side?

I stared at her lips again, leaning closer. Then I realized what I was doing and forced myself up and away from her. Panting heavily, I stared at her form, and then she made a soft noise as she turned over on her side and slept on. For fuck's sake, does she even know the effect she has on me?

I wondered as my eyes trailed over every curve of her body wrapped in a black t-shirt and jeans that I want to rip off.

What the fuck is happening to me? Why does she always make me feel this way? Why can't I feel like this with all the women I bring home?

Slowly, I took a step back and another, till my back hit her door and I left her room. The moment I closed her door behind me, I leaned against it and sighed. Surprisingly, the pain in my head was gone and I wondered if it had anything to do with her.

My wolf whined and stirred, urging me to go back in but I decided to walk away instead.

"You're an ass. You know that?" I muttered out loud to it, going down the stairs. "You're making me act like a creep."

myself straining to move. I couldn't even speak and as I felt a rush of power

make me go back to

terror as my hands elonagated into claws and turned so that I was watching my open palms. Then four fingers

that my wolf

In all my years of existence, my wolf had been pretty mellow, going with the flow. Then Ryn came into the picture and bam! It has a mind of its own now.

myself a glass of aged single malt Scotch whisky. Then I thought of how she took

added a splash of it to the Scotch. Then I thought of my father's obsession with her and added

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mix.

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a punch from an underground wrestling champion. So, to balance the flavors and keep it smooth, I topped it off with a dash of bitters and a large ice cube.

did its worst. Now

shivered and shook my head feeling the effects of my concoction like a

I outdid myself but it ought to keep thoughts of that siren at

already feeling out of touch with my body but not quite to the point of drunkeness. Taking a deep breath, I strolled to the nearest couch and collapsed

and the memory of my first time

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had expected him to lash out. To use his belt or punish me physically but he didn't. Instead, he began to act like I didn't exist and only spoke to my brother. He stopped including me in training and simply ignored me. Days later, during the funeral, it eventually dawned on me that this was his punishment. The

shut, fighting the

Gods know I'd give anything to go back to that day and save my sister. I had no idea I'd prefer my father's yelling and physical torture to his silence. The silence from him was killing me, and now that he's talking