Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 254

Chapter 254: 254-Fighting The Lurkers

Clementine:

After we returned to the room, I went straight to the bathroom to take a shower. The mark on my neck looked strange. The bite was huge, and even the canine marks were so big they’d turned blue and red.

I thought about Ian’s wolf. In that moment, his wolf radiated such a negative vibe, something dark and unsettling, that it scared me. It was something different, something I might have felt in the North before, though I couldn’t recall when.

After I showered and changed into a black shirt and loose black pants, I walked out of the bathroom, my hair still wet. Everyone else looked anxious and upset, while Ian lay comfortably on the bed, his arm draped over his eyes, shaking his leg like he’d done nothing wrong, and it angered me.

I stood there, glaring at him. From the corner of my eye, I saw Troy watching me, then the others too.

"Clementine, go back to your bed and rest," Haiden whispered from the side, reminding me not to do anything stupid.

But I kept staring at Ian, unable to get over the fact that not only had he hurt me, but he’d also forced his mark on me.

"Clementine," Troy called, trying to break my glare from Ian.

At that point, Ian moved his arm from his eyes, glancing toward Troy to see what was going on. Then he followed Troy’s gaze and saw me standing at the foot of his bed.

Before Ian could react, I jumped on the bed, climbed on top of him, and wrapped my fingers around his neck.

"Hey, hey, knock it off!" Haiden shouted, rushing over to pull me off Ian.

But Ian caught my arms and flipped me over before anyone could reach us, pinning me beneath him.

"Let her fucking go!" Troy hissed, trying to pry Ian’s hands away as Ian forcefully tightened his grip around my fists, pinning them above my head. He pressed down on me, making sure I couldn’t move.

The others tried to pull him off, but he wouldn’t budge. His eyes stayed locked on mine, his face so close I could feel his breath against my skin.

"What do you think you’re doing, huh? You think you can wrap those fragile little fingers around my neck and kill me? You have no idea who you’re messing with, Clementine. So accept my love and be grateful that I’m willing to give you affection instead of hatred," he muttered, his voice low and sharp.

I struggled beneath him, but he had me pinned like a brick wall. Even the others couldn’t pull him away.

"You heard me?" he hissed.

"I’d rather take your hatred and be your enemy than your lover and your mate," I shot back in the same tone, my voice full of anger and disgust.

He didn’t look pleased with my response.

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