The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 165

Chapter 165

88 – Kennedy

Oh no, I actually said it. I was so focused on making sure Emily was okay that when I warned Ryker to keep his distance so the wolfsbane wouldn’t affect him, the words slipped out: “I love you.” He didn’t react or say a thing, which made me wonder if maybe he didn’t feel the same or if I had just imagined saying it. Last night, I lay awake clutching Emily, anxiety swirling in my chest about what today might bring—until Ryker completely caught me off guard. He kissed me goodnight and whispered softly in my ear, “I love you.”

A small, knowing smile tugs at his lips as he watches me absorb everything that’s happened over the past couple of days. It’s hard to believe it was only yesterday that I threw Amy out of the packhouse and Ryker let me tear down a few more of his emotional barriers.

“How are you feeling now?” he asks gently, his hands rubbing soothing circles along my arms, sending shivers of goosebumps across my skin. He watches my every reaction closely while I study him in return.

“I’m okay,” I say, taking a deep breath as a sudden chill runs through me. He just smiles again. “I spent a lot of time with the healers back in Silver Crescent. We found a treatment I take regularly. Doc Bradshaw’s been making it for me too. It keeps me from getting sick and helps me heal faster than a normal human. That’s what she gave me last night. I do have a few spots where the crushed plant juice irritated my skin, but other than that, I’m fine.”

“And how was Emily this morning? Since you all let me sleep through your check-up,” he says, finally meeting my eyes.

He’s mentioned a few times now that he fears hurting me, but that he needs me. I’m not sure exactly what he means. If it’s sex, that’s easy—I’m not the virgin here. Maybe he’s worried he’ll lose control; I’ve heard of guys getting a little wild in the heat of the moment. I’ve never experienced that myself, so it’s something we’ll have to figure out together. Or maybe it’s about the marking—though I can’t imagine being marked is comfortable for anyone.

“Whatever you’re planning, it needs to be quick,” I gasp, my breath shallow and uneven. “Because this feels so good, I’m not going to last much longer.” My voice breaks into a moan that doesn’t even sound like me. “Ryker, uh… please.”

“That word coming from you? I really like it,” he murmurs, gradually quickening our pace. I can’t even remember the last time I dry-humped anyone, let alone reached an orgasm that way. But now, I’m definitely on my way.