Switched Bride True Luna novel Chapter 115

Third Person

Reid woke with a headache pounding behind his eyes like a war drum. The leather couch and dark room was unfamiliar. The air smelled like sweat and perfume that wasn’t his mate’s.

And then he felt it. Warmth beside him. The subtle shift of weight on the cushions.

His stomach dropped.

He turned his head slowly, painfully, and saw Chloe sitting upright in his shirt, her bare legs folded neatly beneath her, a porcelain teacup balanced in her manicured fingers.

She was already made up, hair pinned, skin glowing like this was just another meeting.

He sat up too quickly and nearly threw up.

“What the fuck did you do?” he rasped, voice raw.

She didn’t blink. “You drank the wrong glass.”

“What does that mean?” His chest was tight. “What the hell does that mean, Chloe?”

Chloe tilted her head, studying him like he was the puzzle in this situation. “I meant for it to be Logan’s. But you were quicker. And more… pliant.”

The memory hit him as a punch in the gut; flashes, fragments of her mouth on his, hands tangled in hair, heat against heat.

But it felt distant even while it was happening. Blurry. Like he was underwater the whole time. He had initiated it, but on his life he didn’t know why. He hadn’t said anything.

“I was drugged,” he said, disbelief curling into his throat. “You drugged me.”

She shrugged. “It wasn’t poison, if that’s what you’re worried about. Just a little… easing agent.”

He swung his legs to a sitting position, hands gripping the edge hard enough to turn his knuckles white. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re handsy and sloppy when you drink,” she said coolly.

Reid’s head snapped toward her, fury boiling beneath his skin. “I have a Mate.”

“Yes,” she said, setting her teacup down gently on the side table. “And I’m sure she’d be heartbroken if she saw this,

She reached for her phone beside her. He didn’t want to see it. But he had to look.

The screen lit up. A folder titled with yesterday’s date. Inside there were dozens of pictures. Time–stamped.

Him shirtless, one arm slung around Chloe’s waist. Her curled underneath him, flushed, perfectly positioned to ruin him.

It would be enough to break the fragile trust between him and the Rack he was meant to lead.

His throat closed. “You set me up.”

“I adapted,” she said.

“Why?” he growled. “What the hell do you want from me?”

She leaned forward then, the edge of her voice still sickly sweet but edged with acid beneath. “I want you to unders feels like to be second. I want to stop losing to her.”

“This isn’t about Emily.”

“Oh, it always is.”

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Chapter 115

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