The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 120 Gideon's POV They couldn't have looked more different, the two women who. stood before me on the path. Dierdra was lovely in her sundress, frothy lace and pink cheeks. She was feminine, clean, and quiet. She brought me coffee in the mornings and tea in the afternoons and would perch on my chair pretending to be interested in what | was working on. At night she would cling to me, making soft sighs and noises at every move | made. She made herself at home in my bed and my clothes. She was easy on the eyes and easy to get along with, agreeing with me at every turn.

With her wide, innocent eyes and my mark on her neck, she was who | should be falling in love with. And then there was Avery. Avery whose mass of curls writhed untamed around her head like serpents around Medusa. Avery who had mud on her hands and dirt on her nose. She was dressed in gardening coveralls, a pair of gloves sticking out of her back pocket. She smelled like sunshine and growing green things and her eyes burned like hellfire when she looked at me, and then she ---- shuttered that fire away behind a wall of ice and all | could see was her thin, pale face. She looked like a ghost.

at pack dinners. She was slowly losing all softness she'd gained when she came to Nightwolf and had started sleeping and eating well. Not that she talked about how they'd treated her, but it was obvious that she had been deprived. | had already enacted my punishment on those of Silvermoon pack who had treated her badly, for the most part. Still, | knew her half-sister

passed she tried to slip her hand into mine. | shook it off.

in this meeting." | said, firmly, "It'll be short. The reports, thank you." Avery and | climbed the stairs together, and when | reached the top, |