The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 430

Chapter 430

Avery’s POV

“I love you, Avery.” He said it again but more slowly, like he wanted to make sure each word landed with the equal amount of pressure. “I always have. And I’m sorry that I didn’t make it clear enough before. I’m sorry that I pushed you away because I was too much of a coward to say it out loud.”

I looked at his hand on my wrist. Then at his face.

His eyes were still glassy, pupils still wide open, a deep flush still coloring his face from the aphrodisiac burning through his system. I wanted to believe him, but looking at me like he was trying to figure out if there was one or two of me wasn’t making it

easy.

“Gideon,” I said, “you’re high.” 1

“I still know what I’m saying.”

“That’s what everyone says when they’re not sober enough to mean it,” I muttered.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you after what happened in the greenhouse, you know. I tried. Believe me, I tried.” He dragged his lower lip through his teeth. “You’ve been driving me out of my mind since… honestly, since the moment we met ten years ago.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my wrist away. “You might desire my body right now because of the drugs and the full moon, but that doesn’t mean you love me.” 1

“Why not?”

I pressed my lips together and didn’t answer that. And yet, I still hadn’t left the room. We both noticed that.

“Well?” Gideon nodded toward the door. “Are you going to run away?” 1

“Should I?”

He opened his mouth, hesitating, then looked at the floor and said, “Maybe you should.”

I blinked, surprised.

“Your husband is somewhere in this house,” muttered. “And I’m not going to do something you’ll regret in the morning.

That’s not what I want.” 1

For a long moment I just stood there, watching him stare at the floorboards with his shirt hanging open and his hair a complete disaster, and I thought about how easy it would be to just walk out the door. The banquet was still going on downstairs. Sebastian was waiting for me with an unfinished conversation and a solution to my little “problem” that he hadn’t gotten to

explain yet.

The sensible thing, obviously, was to leave, just like Gideon said,

I almost did. I picked up my skirt with one hand and the bowl with another and took a step toward the door

But then my wolf started to howl. I could feel her pulling at the inside of my chest like a dog at the other end of a leash Her heels dug into the ground and she pulled back so hard it made me stagger a step 2

I froze.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“We can’t leave him. Not like this. Not again

“You know this isn’t good for us.”

“I know exactly what we need!”

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Suddenly, I felt it again. Another yank, this one sending me stumbling backwards like someone had shoved against my chest The bowl slipped from my fingers and cracked against the floor, sending a puddle of ice cold water splashing across the front of my dress.

I gasped as I felt a solid frame catch me. Gideon’s arms wrapped around me from behind, and then he was teetering backwards too with a grunt, and we both fell back against the sofa in a tangle of limbs.

The moment we fell, the heat came on fast. It started low in my hips and spread outward. I recognized that familiar sensation immediately. The intense desire, the same desire I had felt in the greenhouse but even more potent despite not having a literal aphrodisiac in my system.

Gideon’s arms tightened around my waist. His breath fanned across my neck, hot and ragged, and I knew he’d felt the shift, too The intertwining of our souls in a way we hadn’t felt in ten years.

Slowly, I turned my head to look at him. He had me pressed to his chest, my back to his front. His eyes met mine, our faces so close our cheeks brushed as I turned. He smelled like champagne and another woman’s perfume, and it made my wolf snarl and drive my hips closer to his on instinct.

“Avery.” Gideon’s voice was thick and deep. “What are you doing?”

My lips parted, but we both knew I had no answer for that. On a conscious level, I wasn’t doing anything. I should have left. Ended the night before I made a mistake that I would most certainly come to regret in the morning.

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