The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

"| know that Avery doesn't want to stay here with you." His eyes flickered, but he didn't deny it. "And | know that you need a Silvermoon bride to keep tradition. Let her go, and | will stay as your Luna. You gain a willing bride, and Avery is out of your hair." Silence stretched as my proposal sank in. | watched a muscle in his cheek jump "And you..." Gideon said finally, "Will fulfill my every need?" "Of course." | purred, pleased that he was considering. "You would be my Alpha.

There would be nothing | could deny you." "| have a few demands." Gideon's fingers flickered as the fabric of my dress brushed against his knuckles. Absentmindedly, he touched the fringe of the fabric, rubbing it between the pads of his fingertips as he talked "Anything." | breathed. | had to admit, being this close to a true Alpha in his prime made my body respond in ways | wasn't prepared for. Being with Ryan was nothing compared to the potency that flowed off of Gideon. His tall, muscled body was built for violence and pleasure.

"My bride must be of the Silvermoon bloodline." "Avery and | are half-siblings." | pointed out, "We share the same ---- blood." "My bride must be capable of running the pack in the event of my absence." | just tapped his chair, waiting for a real challenge. Who did he think had been running Silvermoon while Ryan had spent his time nursing six-packs of beer on the porch? "She must be capable and willing to bear me an heir." | nodded, biting my lip. | admit, | was a bit turned on. The thought of bearing Gideon's children, of being bred to him, was stirring.

of bearing my mark, renouncing any previous marks or claims any other may hold on her." Gideon intoned. "Mark me as you wish." | said breathily. "And finally, and most importantly." Gideon rose to his feet, and | found myself staring up at

shoulder with a haughty flip. "Touché." | seethed through gritted

doesn't have it in her." "You'd be surprised." Gideon said mildly, sitting back down in his chair. "I know | constantly am." That comment stopped me in my tracks. Could this bastard actually be interested in Avery? | had been under the impression that theirs was entirely a marriage of convenience. Why would anyone actually be interested in her? | just didn't