The Alpha's Borrowed Luna (Abigail Hayes) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 226

“I’m sorry, and I want to help… I squeezed his hands, trying to convey through touch what words couldn’t express.

“You can’t help me, Elowen.” There was resignation in his voice, as he’d long ago accepted this pain as a permanent part of his

life.

“I know what it feels like to want to have your family close to you; I wanted my mother by my side, despite everything I still do. ! know you will never stop loving her; even after everything she has done to you, she knows this too. The words came from a place of understanding, of shared pain.

He sighed, his gaze returning to the window. “Sometimes I think about what would have happened if… if I never threatened them to leave this pack, perhaps they would have stayed.”

“And then what? She would have had your brother’s children in this same pack, and you would have to watch them each day and live with it?” The question was gentle but pointed.

“You are right. I should move on. But it’s so hard, even after all these years, I still think about them. His admission was barely above a whisper.

I moved to face him directly, cupping his face between my hands, forcing him to look at me. “Look at me, Frost. They made their choice, and it’s time you made yours too.”

His eyes met mine, suddenly clearing of their drunken haze. “You are so beautiful, Elowen.” His hand came up to touch my cheek, his fingers trailing along my jaw with a gentleness that made my breath catch.

The air between us seemed to charge with a new energy. I was acutely aware of our proximity, of the warmth of his skin beneath my hands, of his breath mingling with mine.

“Elowen, you know what I am about to do to you. If you don’t want this, then you could just leave and it won’t happen.” His voice had dropped lower, a hint of uncertainty beneath the desire.

“I like that.” I simply admitted.

“You do?” His thumb traced my lower lip, his eyes never leaving mine.

“Very much.” I leaned into his touch, my body making decisions my mind wasn’t yet ready to process.

Frost’s lips found mine, gentle at first, then with increasing hunger. His hands tangled in my hair, drawing me closer as the kiss deepened. Something fierce and protective clenched inside me, tangled tight with my own sharp desire. His past mirrored mine – it was a visceral recognition, that ache of missing fathers, of mothers who were both shield and storm.

My kiss turned urgent, demanding not submission, but presence. I willed him to feel wanted, powerful, to forget everything but the undeniable heat igniting between our bodies.

My fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, driven by an urgency that surprised me. As the fabric parted, my lips followed the path my fingers forged, pressing against the warmth of his chest, tasting the salt of his skin. I moved lower, seeking the tense line of his abdomen, wanting to unravel the tension coiled within him.

My exploration pushed him over the edge. With a groan, he reversed our positions, pinning me under his weight. He tore at his pants, freeing himself, and then he was inside me, a desperate, driving force claiming my body. My hips arched instinctively to meet his thrusts. All worjes vanished, consumed. There was only the raw animalistic need, the sound of our gasping breaths and slick skin loud in the room marked by faint starlight outside. It had been too long since I’d let go like this. We didn’t stop until we were both utterly drained, collapsing in a heap on the floor.

The Alpha’s Borrowed Luna

Chapter 227

The next morning I returned to our room to find Kaius gone. His side of the bed was cold, untouched. At first, I thought nothing of it–he often rose early to handle pack business. But when I checked His office, the training grounds, even the kitchens, he was nowhere to be found.

A familiar sense of dread began to build in my chest. Where would have gone without telling me?

I was hurrying down the corridor toward the main hall when I nearly collided with Frost.

“Elowen.” He steadied me, his hands warm on my shoulders.

“Where is Kaius?” The question burst from me, panic edging into my voice.

“I don’t know… I can’t find him in our room; I don’t know where he might be…

Frost studied my face for a moment, his expression carefully neutral Elowen, there is no need to panic; he is not in any form of danger; I can feel it.”

I stared at him, trying to make sense of his calm reaction. “Why do I feel like he isn’t even in the pack house?”

“Because he isn’t.” The admission was casual, as if Kaius disappearing was an everyday occurrence.

My heart skipped a beat. “Shouldn’t he have told you if he was leaving?”

“Yes, except he didn’t want me to know. He will be back soon.” Frost’s confidence did little to ease my growing anxiety.

“How do you know that?”

Instead of answering directly, he asked, “You’ve got any idea where he might be?”

“No, I don’t.”

“Then all you can do is wait. He is fine.” Frost’s expression remained frustratingly calm.

My mind raced with possibilities, each worse than the last. “I just… What if he is mad at me… what if he…”

“No it is not that. I would know. The more prominent emotion he is feeling now is…. curiosity.”

“Curiosity?” I repeated, confused.

“Are you sure he is not mad at me?” I pressed, needing reassurance.

“If you hadn’t realized he knew this would happen, so no, he isn’t mad, but he had used that as a form of distraction. He is up to

something.”

His words sparked a new wave of questions. “And you will find out what he is up to, right?”

“No, I will take care of the pack until his return.”

The days seemed to drag on. I remained in Frost’s room because I didn’t like the idea of sleeping alone, but by the third day, I’d

gotten very anxious, and I could tell Frost was too.

“He should be back by now… right?” I asked, pacing the length of Frost’s quarters for what felt like the hundredth time.

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