My Marked Luna (Apphia and Nicholas) novel Chapter 66

**My Marked Luna**

**Chapter 66**

**Duncan POV**

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“You seem burdened, Alpha. Allow me to help you unwind,” she says, her voice sultry and inviting.

Before I can process her words, her hand moves with surprising boldness, grasping my arousal. A jolt of electricity courses through me as I feel myself responding to her touch.

What the hell just happened?

I’m taken aback, but the heat of the moment overtakes my senses. Without a second thought, I crash my lips against hers, igniting a fire that had been smoldering beneath the surface. I push her onto the bed, my desire overwhelming any lingering hesitation. As I thrust into her, the world around us fades away, leaving just the two of us in our own universe.

“Yes!” she moans, her voice a melody of pleasure that sends shivers down my spine.

With a firm grip on her hips, I reposition her so that she’s on all fours, her back arched beautifully, inviting me deeper. I plunge into her warmth, each thrust sending waves of ecstasy coursing through us both.

Her cries of my name echo in the room, a sweet symphony that drives me wild.

“Oh, yes, please,” she pleads, urging me on.

I tighten my hold on her, matching her rhythm with fervor. The sensation builds within me, and I can feel my climax drawing near. She tightens around me, and I can barely hold on.

“I’m cumming, Alpha!” she gasps, writhing beneath me. The sheets are a mess of our passion, and just as I feel the wave of release approaching, I pull out, spilling my seed onto the fabric instead. I breathe heavily, the aftershocks of our encounter leaving me momentarily dazed.

I rise, needing to wash away the intensity of the moment. The shower’s cold water cascades over me, and I relish the chill, hoping it will clear my mind. When I step out, I notice the sheets have been changed, yet she remains, a lingering presence in the room.

“That was amazing, huh?” she chirps, attempting to wrap her arms around me, but I instinctively step back, creating distance between us. Her expression falters, confusion clouding her features.

“What is it?” she asks softly, her voice tinged with concern.

“Get out. I want to rest,” I reply, my tone firm.

“But—”

“Get the fuck out,” I command, my voice leaving no room for argument. Her eyes widen, and she whimpers as she hurriedly exits the room.

I can’t help but feel a pang of guilt as I watch her go. The she-wolves of the pack often throw themselves at me, each hoping to claim the title of Luna. Yet, deep down, I yearn for something more profound—my true mate.

‘What about Aya Amir?’ my Lycan, Kane, interjects, his voice laced with curiosity.

‘I don’t want her. She’s infuriating and insufferably arrogant,’ I growl back, frustration bubbling to the surface. Aya has pursued me relentlessly for years, and it baffles me that she still clings to the hope of becoming my mate. I never led her on; she simply refuses to accept the truth. Besides, her treatment of my sister Apphia has left a bitter taste in my mouth. I know I should have intervened, but my inaction eats away at me.

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