The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 131 Dierdra's eyes flashed in the darkness.

"Oh, you would never hurt me, I'm sure!" she simpered, leaning towards me and thrusting her breasts towards my face in her lowcut nightgown, " You are so kind to consider it, but I assure you that I want this..." Once more her hands roamed across my body and under my shirt, across the broad planes of my chest, "I want you." "T want you too," I murmured, even as I stilled her hands and pulled back, "but you need your rest, and I would truly be a monster if I took advantage of you in this state." "Aren't you though?" Dierdra snapped, then, catching herself said quickly, "I mean, isn't that what they call you?" I froze, "What did you say?" She tittered nervously, as though realizing she had fucked up, "Oh, I must have misunderstood.

It was just something I heard in the village..." "You heard them call me a monster," I repeated ---- carefully. My heartbeat was rushing in my ears. "J didn't mean to offend!" Dierdra looked genuinely afraid now, "I assumed it was because you are so powerful..." She reached for me, but I turned away from her grasping hands and raised my arm to block her embraces. "The villagers did not call me that because of my strength, or prowess as Alpha, or anything like that," I said stiffly. "oh." Dierdra seemed at a loss for words.

supposed to be our mate call us by a reminder of the worst time in our lives... "They call me a monster because I am one," I said, with the

the chance it will happen again." There, that was the true me. Now what would she do with it? Would my mate accept my horrible past? I watched horror sweep over her face, saw her withdraw and slide across the bed away from me. A part of me rejoiced in seeing her retreat. Rejection was a familiar friend. There

before or since, so I shouldn't have been surprised at seeing Dierdra's expression shutter and her eyes seek the exits in the room in case I turned on her as well. ---- Her rejection was just another cut among many. Predictable. Disappointing. Solitude would heal my wounds,