The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 390

Avery's POV

I looked at the tray. A glass of what looked like freshly squeezed orange juice, a sandwich with cheese and cold cuts, and a cup with two small pills in it. My mouth watered a little at the sight of the food. Truthfully, orange juice often did help with my migraines-something about the vitamin C and sugar helped soften the pain around the edges. And the sandwich did look good, nice and thick with a crispy lettuce leaf sticking out. I wasn't sure how Gideon knew it would help, but the gesture warmed my chest a little anyway.

But I quickly squashed the feeling before it could take root. I wasn't about to take another "kindness" from him. Not when I knew this was all just an act to convince me to go home with him, where my son would become his heir and I would become the mistress while Fiona took the title of Luna for herself.

"Thanks, but I'm fine," I said, standing.

The moment I did, my head spun, my vision darkening at the edges. With a gasp, I nearly collapsed right then and there as my knees buckled out from under me. Gideon caught me before that happened. For a moment, neither of us moved.

His arms were warm and familiar around mine, and it made all of my instincts kick in. My wolf howled, urging me to press closer, to feel more of Gideon's body against mine.

Already, I could feel my headache beginning to fade away like a cold tide pulling away from the shore. It infuriated me. I pushed against Gideon's chest.

"Let me go, please." Gideon looked down at me with such complete and utter calm that it pissed me off even more.

"Avery, you almost collapsed just now. Do you want to hit your head against the tree?" I pursed my lips. Deep down, I knew he was right.

I felt like shit and I needed sustenance and medicine if I was going to feel better. Digging my heels in wasn't going to help the situation any.

"Okay," I said with some chagrin.

"I'll behave." Gideon's lips curved with amusement at my choice of words, and my face heated. Gently, he lowered me back down to the grass, helping me lean against the tree. He then picked up the tray and placed it on my lap.

up the pills and popped them into my

time I looked up, but of course he

don't have to stay," I said, picking up one half of the

I couldn't. The gesture was admittedly kind, and I found myself thinking back to Melissa's words from yesterday-about whether my fear was based on reality

camp, when I thought we would both die there. Gideon had clearly stated that he only wanted my baby, not me. And he had slept with a slave right in front

felt like reality. My jaw clenched at the reminder. I took a big bite of my

"So," he said.

"Migraine, or..."

took another bite and spoke with my mouth full.

could you tell?"

didn't see any injuries, so I

guess," I said. Gideon chuffed quietly.

migraines," he pointed out. I hesitated for a moment,

them. The disorder developed after I had Bjorn. They come and go."

turned to face me

at him, just picked up my orange juice and drank half of it, but I could

must have been the pregnancy in the human lands. Lack of

I looked at him suddenly, still holding my orange

aren't exactly conducive to a werewolf

you probably wouldn't have these problems." My fingers tightened around the glass so much that I thought I might shatter

course he was fucking implying that all of my problems were caused by my leaving the packs. As if my early pregnancy hadn't been marred with stress that he had partially been the cause of. But I didn't say that, of course. Mostly because if I did, then he would know that Bjorn was his kid. But also partially because I knew he wouldn't believe me, and