It feels like the air has been knocked out of my lungs, just stand there, frozen, my heart pounding far too hard against my chest.
Did: hear that right?
Live here? Win his heart? Be his?
My eyes instinctively flick to Jack–and for the briefest moment, I swear–I see it. The faintest twitch at the corner of his lips. A damn smile–or is it a smirk?
And just like that, it’s gone–vanished like it was never there. But I saw it.
Something twists painfully in my chest.
is he… enjoying this?
“Focus on what really matters,” my wolf growls inside my head, her voice sharp and jagged like broken glass. “Mate rejected the Alpha King’s offer–for us. Stop gawking like some jealous fool and claim him. He chose you. Stop being stupid. Accept him. Let him mark us now so we can throw that bitch out
before she takes what’s ours.”
But before I can respond, Jack’s voice cuts through the tension, deep and laced with something I can’t quite place.
Authority? Anger?
Or… protectiveness?
“What you’re asking is impossible, Lady Celestia,” he says firmly, his eyes never leaving hers. “I don’t even know how you found this place… but you’re not staying here. You can’t live with us. This house,” he gestures behind him, “was built for my mate and me to live in peace. You’re not welcome here. You don’t belong.”
My breath catches again–but this time, not from shock.
Us. Peace.
His words melt through my bones like warmth I didn’t know I needed. I can’t stop staring at him–that strong jaw, those unwavering eyes that only look at me.
Is he really this protective… or is this just another illusion I’m foolish enough to believe?
Celestia scoffs. “Do I need to remind you of the gravity of this situation?” she says, her voice soaked in false concern. “Your little mutt laid hands on the future Luna Queen. She assaulted the only living heir to the throne. For her sake, I suggest you choose your next move carefully, Jack. Because I won’t be here, sure–but neither will your precious mate. I’ll have my father pierce a knife through her heart before the week is over.”
That’s it.
Enough.
“I don’t give a damn if your father is the Alpha King!” I snap without a second thought “You are not staying in this house. Over my dead body will that ever happen.”
Celestia’s mouth falls open in shock. Even Jack looks taken aback too, like he didn’t expect me to say anything–let alone that.
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