The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 298 Avery's POV I slipped back through the hole in the tent and crawled inside. Lindsey was still unconscious on my bed, snoring softly. I moved quickly, stripping off the slave rags and pulling my dress back on. Once I was changed, I dragged Lindsey off the bed and laid her on the floor behind my dressing screen. Then, I climbed into bed and pulled the furs up to my chin, positioning myself exactly as I'd been before. I had just closed my eyes when I heard footsteps outside. The tent flap opened. I kept my breathing slow and steady, forcing my body to relax.

Through my lashes, I saw Asher's silhouette in the doorway. He stood there for a long moment, watching My pulse thundered in my ears. Did he know? Had someone seen me leaving? Asher walked closer, his boots barely making a sound against the dirt floor. He stopped beside my bed. I could feel his gaze on me, studying my face. I prayed he wouldn't notice Lindsey sleeping under my bed. Don't move. Don't breathe. He reached out. I braced myself, expecting him to shake me awake. But instead, he just brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

His fingers were cold, and I had to resist the urge to flinch away. "Sleep well, poppet," he murmured. Then, he turned and left. I waited until I heard his footsteps fade before I allowed myself to breathe again. My hands were shaking beneath the furs. That was too close. On the floor, Lindsey stirred. She groaned and pushed herself up onto her elbows, blinking groggily. "Wha...?" She looked around, confused. "What happened?" "You passed out," I said. "I think you're exhausted. You should go get some rest." 1/3 425 Bonus Lindsey rubbed her eyes. "L... Yes.

body ached from how tightly my muscles were wound, but I had done it. Now that Gideon's wounds were healed, I just needed to plan our escape. I already had an idea for tomorrow morning. Sleep came quicker than I expected. I must have been so exhausted from the

Pregnant. But further along than I was now. Much further. A voice called out to

of wildflowers, roots and all. "I picked them just for you. I knelt down and took the flowers from him. "They're beautiful, sweetheart." He threw his arms around my neck and hugged me tight. I closed my eyes and held him, breathing in the scent of sunshine and dirt and freedom. "Are we safe here, Mommy?" he asked. "Yes." I stroked his hair. "We're safe." "And Dad? Where is he?" I opened my mouth to answer, but no