Reborn of the Luna novel Chapter 46

I drifted off to sleep easily, but it wasn’t a peaceful night. Maybe the stress was finally catching up with me, or maybe it was the worst dream I’d had in a long time.

It was the night of my death. Becca stood over me as I struggled to stay alive, crawling in the dirt, my limbs heavy from aconite poisoning. Her laugh echoed in my ears. A brown wolf leaped at me, and I tried desperately to recognize him. But I couldn’t even scream.

In reality, I could.

“Katherine!” Jacob shook me gently, trying to wake me. I stared at him, trembling, disoriented, trying to make sense of where I was. The unfamiliar room played tricks on my mind.

“Wh-what? Where—” I muttered, meeting his concerned gaze.

“You were screaming,” he whispered, holding me close.

Only then did I realize I was pressed against his bare chest, his only attire a pair of black silk pajama pants.

I needed a moment to make sense of what was happening. Why was Jacob holding me in his arms in the middle of the night? And why was he almost naked? My mind couldn’t help but wander there now, and I couldn’t pull it back. Werewolves were a beautiful race, sure, but feeling this Lycan’s chest beneath my hands set my pulse racing. His body felt like it was sculpted from stone—every muscle perfectly defined. I couldn’t find the words to describe how flawless he looked.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his fingers pressing more firmly against my skin. I realized I was barely wearing anything myself—a thin silk slip, the only barrier between our heated bodies.

“My King,” I said, and immediately, he growled. I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or frustration. My heart started pounding even faster, my chest rising and falling rapidly. The tension between us was undeniable, and he seemed to be struggling to control it as much as I was.

“Katherine,” he said, his voice deeper than usual, “Call me by my name. Please.”

I took a sharp breath. His arms were still tight around me, and I hadn’t moved to push him away or ask him to leave. Why hadn’t I?

“Jacob,” I managed to say, catching myself in the realization that I hadn’t told him to go. I should have, but I didn’t.

He looked at me like he’d been expecting this, though there was a wildness in his eyes, a hunger that said he could devour me at any second. And to my surprise, I wasn’t sure I would mind. What was going on between us?

“You were screaming,” he said, clearing his throat. “I thought something had happened to you. That’s why—”

“How did you hear me?” I asked, biting my lip, which only made him sigh deeply.

“Our rooms are next to each other,” he explained. “I thought someone was attacking you.”

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