The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna

Chapter 430

Chapter 430

Avery’s POV

“I love you, Avery.” He said it again but more slowly, like he wanted to make sure each word landed with the equal amount of pressure. “I always have. And I’m sorry that I didn’t make it clear enough before. I’m sorry that I pushed you away because I was too much of a coward to say it out loud.”

I looked at his hand on my wrist. Then at his face.

His eyes were still glassy, pupils still wide open, a deep flush still coloring his face from the aphrodisiac burning through his system. I wanted to believe him, but looking at me like he was trying to figure out if there was one or two of me wasn’t making it easy.

“Gideon,” I said, “you’re high.”

“I still know what I’m saying.”

“That’s what everyone says when they’re not sober enough to mean it,” I muttered.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you after what happened in the greenhouse, you know. I tried. Believe me, I tried.” He dragged his lower lip through his teeth. “You’ve been driving me out of my mind since… honestly, since the moment we met ten years ago.”

I rolled my eyes and pulled my wrist away. “You might desire my body right now because of the drugs and the full moon, but that doesn’t mean you love me.” 1

“Why not?”

yet, I still hadn’t

toward the door. “Are you

“Should I?”

opened his mouth, hesitating, then looked at the floor and said, “Maybe you

I blinked, surprised.

I’m not going to do something you’ll regret

not what

long moment I just stood there, watching him stare at the floorboards with his shirt hanging open and his hair a complete disaster, and I thought about how easy it would be to just walk out the door. The banquet was still going on downstairs. Sebastian was waiting for me with an unfinished conversation and a solution to my little

thing, obviously, was to

picked up my skirt with one hand and the bowl with another and took a

feel her pulling at the inside of my chest like a dog at the other end of a leash Her heels dug into the

I froze.

you doing?”

him. Not like this. Not

isn’t good for

exactly what we

felt it again. Another yank, this one sending me stumbling backwards like someone had shoved against my chest The bowl slipped from my fingers and cracked against the floor, sending a puddle of ice

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