The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139

“What if I told you I wouldn’t mind being thrown against the truck?” I say with as innocent a smile as I can muster, glancing coyly over my shoulder.

He lets out a low, throaty growl. “Just get in the car already. It’s going to be tough enough to focus on driving without that image stuck in my head.”

I lean forward across the center console, my voice soft and teasing. “Maybe I could help you get rid of that problem.” I reach for him, fully aware of where this playful banter is headed.

True to form, he grabs my wrist firmly and leans in close, his voice dropping to a low, intense whisper. “I told you before—when I make you come for the first time, it won’t be from your hand or that cheeky little mouth. I’ll be buried so deep inside that sweet little body of yours, staring into those icy blue eyes, you’ll forget your own name.” He gives me a slow, deliberate smile that sends a shiver down my spine. “Now, I’m both hungry and horny. How about we grab some food so I can calm the hell down before dealing with those teenage hornballs at work?”

“You’d fit right in with them at least,” I tease, and before I can react, he snatches my knee with lightning speed, squeezing it hard enough to make me squeal. Then he starts tickling me relentlessly until I finally give in. “Okay! Okay! Yes, we can go!”

We pull into the packhouse parking area, and an omega promptly meets us to take the car to the vast garage tucked off to one side. As we step inside through the front door, a wave of nerves washes over me. It’s not the people that make me uneasy—it’s the constant alertness, the feeling that Amy might be lurking nearby. I haven’t seen her since that tense day in Ryker’s office, but I know she’s probably still around, waiting for her chance to corner him. Breakfast has always been her time to try and trap him, and so far, everything has been going too smoothly. I’m bracing myself for the inevitable.

Ryker must sense my hesitation because he reaches over and takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. This is the first time he’s held my hand in public. I glance down at our hands, at the simple but intimate gesture, then back up into his eyes. He’s watching me closely, waiting to see if I’m okay with this. I can tell he’s uncertain, so I squeeze his hand tighter, not wanting him to pull away. The electric thrill that runs through me when our skin touches has become something I crave. He smiles gently and leads us forward.

“Whoa! Kennedy, does our growly alpha know you’re holding hands and showing off that big smile?” Danny teases, clapping Ryker on the shoulder.

I swallow hard, the image flashing in my mind. “I fell asleep in the backseat, so I only know what happened from what others told me. Somewhere about halfway home, a drunk driver hit us. Our car flipped multiple times and ended up pinned against one of those concrete barriers in the middle of the highway.” Ryker wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer as I speak. “It took me forever to find a phone and call for help. I couldn’t get out of the car. According to the therapists, being trapped with my parents—who died instantly—in the wreckage for that hour before help arrived is what causes my nightmares.”

“Please tell me the driver got what he deserved,” Josh demands from the other side of Ryker, his voice sharp.

“He died too,” I say quietly. “I was the only survivor. No one can explain how or why. Our car was crushed beyond recognition. They had to cut it open like a can to get me out, and I only had a small cut behind my ear that needed three stitches.”

Ryker tightens his hold around me, and I lean into him, feeling the warmth and safety he offers. The past is painful, but here with him, I find a moment of peace.