The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 205 Avery's POV The surge of voices, shouting, and questions that followed Gideon's statement was so deafening that it took several moments for anything resembling order to return. I stood there as the waves of sound crashed over us and considered the radical transformation of my husband. I had felt him straining with savage energy. My hindbrain had been firmly in his clutches, and I had feared for my life. If it had all been an act, then Gideon was a far better actor than I had ever expected.

Like flipping a switch, all of that ferocious, feral energy had metamorphosed back into the Gideon I knew. still savagely powerful, his Alpha aura was palpable as brutal intent rolled off him in waves. His handsome face was fierce and vicious, but no longer bestial. Except for his eyes. His eyes still showed the monster within. A cruel and murderous creature stalked deep in those amber lenses, hungering for blood. For Reynaud's blood. The slender, beautiful Alpha seemed to have lost some of his lustre in the face of Gideon's accusation.

He had been caught off guard, assuming that Gideon was under the effects of the potion he had given to me. ---- "He lies!" Reynaud howled, staring pleadingly back at the Council, many of whom were now on their feet, their own hungry expressions staring at the fracas below. Only now, they were eying Reynaud with disdain. "You all saw it! He was about to lose control!" "Was I?" a cruel smile carved across Gideon's face, "Or did you just assume so?" "You were about to attack your Luna, we all witnessed it!" Reynaud backpedaled.

warmth surge through me at this public declaration of admiration from Gideon. Even if he was just saying it for effect, he had declared it loudly and proudly, and I saw some of the Lunas nearest us begin whispering to

give him!" ---- 'As Reynaud reeled back I saw Gideon watching me, his expression proud and approving. He seemed pleased that I had spoken

toast and the wrongness of what I was planning to do slapped me in the face. Could Reynaud offer me

allegiance, and too vague on the 'how's and 'why's. With distance and time it was easier to see that he had used the motions of seduction to confuse and distract me so that I would agree to his deal. He had known that I was under physical and emotional stress, that I craved kindness and attention, and had twisted it to his advantage. That degree