The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 90 Avery's POV The space on the other side of the high stone walls opened up into a large space. The walls expanded to left and right in gentle curves, while the path continued forward before splitting in two and running around a small hill dominated by a huge oak tree. | stepped forward in amazement. The space was overgrown. Vines and weeds had crept over the walls and garden beds that lined the edges, but the land sloped away downhill, dotted with fruit trees - the remains of an old orchard. "Truly?" | spun to face Gideon who was standing, hands in pockets, watching me.

"You would give me this space?" Already | was having visions of what | would do here. Add a large basin for reflecting the moon at the base of that circled path, plant bulbs in the winter so that in the spring this place would reflect bright colors against the melting snow. "| would give you pretty much anything." Gideon said softly. | tilted my head at him, biting my lip "Except...?" | said softly. "Except." He repeated, moving closer. He left it at that. ---- We both knew what he wouldn't give. He wouldn't give me my freedom. He wouldn't be my mate.

hopes of them growing? Or to continue in invisibility, kept, but unloved? | reached out and cupped a budding branch in my hand. Its growth didn't depend on how many eyes saw it. | was just blessed to have witnessed it. The private garden was chilly, but Gideon's heated stare warmed my back. It was incredible how | could be so in tune

night, but | recognized a peace offering when | saw one. | turned back to Gideon and gave a small, private smile. "This is exquisite." | said, honestly. "You like it?" "Love it." He nodded, as though that was the only thing he needed to

him, regarding him from the corner of my eyes. He thought for a long moment. "Does it make it any easier when we talk about them?" He posed a question in return. "Not really, no." | admitted. The hard truths were hard no matter what. ---- "Then, best to leave things unsaid." Gideon said with finality. He came to stand next to me, his hand gently touching the small of