The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122

“What if I don’t want you to?” Her voice is so soft, barely audible, that I almost miss the words altogether.

“What?” I ask, leaning in slightly, trying to catch every syllable.

“You heard me,” she says, sliding down beside me and turning onto her side, her eyes locked onto mine with a mixture of vulnerability and resolve.

“I want to take things slow,” she begins, her tone gentle but steady. “I want to be sure about what I’m doing. I want to be careful with you. You deserve that—slow, thoughtful, and tender. You should be cherished. Honestly, I have no idea how to do that. I’ve never been with a woman before.” I close my eyes, bracing myself for a laugh or some kind of mockery, but none comes.

“Wait, what?” I hear the bed shift as she moves closer. “What exactly do you mean? Because I’ve seen the bruises before—you know, the ones that show you’ve been with other women.” She lifts her shirt slightly, pointing to the marks on her abdomen. In that moment, my gaze can’t help but catch the delicate black lace of her panties resting low on her hips, and I let out a soft groan.

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her confidence wavering as quickly as it had appeared. “I know I’m not in the same shape as the women you usually prefer.” Her voice shifts from tender reassurance to fragile insecurity in an instant.

She fumbles with her shirt, pushing it down with one hand while nervously reaching for the blanket with the other.

“Please don’t do that,” I say softly.

“Do what?” she replies, a hint of confusion in her voice.

“Compare yourself to anyone else. Do you have any idea how stunning you are? Please don’t cover up.”

“I just know I’m not your type. That’s all,” she whispers, looking away.

“You don’t know anything about me,” I say firmly.

“I know your reputation,” she counters, “and I’ve heard the rumors—those whispers floating around from the few times I’ve left the packhouse.”

“Well, rumors have been my way of keeping people in line for a long time,” I admit. “I let most of them slide as long as they don’t cause direct harm. And until now, the gossip about my love life has kept the vultures away.”

“You only like brunettes,” she says, almost accusingly.

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