The Heartless Alpha's Beloved Luna Novel

---- Chapter 150 Even standing in all the fallout of my actions, I could not feel remorse for the act itself, only the complications surrounding it. Because the act had been glorious. Thad never felt so alive, so connected with someone, as I had in these two occasions when my heat had surged through me. So what had caused it, and who WAS he? My brain kept rejecting the idea that Gideon could have done this tome. There must be some mistake, some trickery involved. Zara and Dierdra must have arranged some sort of prank, and it had gone sideways for them and for me.

Thad seen the look on Dierdra and Zara's faces when Gideon had emerged. They had been just as shocked as I had been. They hadn't known it was him in there, and neither had I. I could understand why Dierdra had assumed that Gideon and I had slept together, based on the circumstances. That was probably why Gideon had run after her, to explain that it was all amix-up. He would probably explain that there had been another man present, and he had left, or Gideon had challenged him and he had run away.

It wasn't a great notion to think of, that whoever had fucked me so fantastically had cowed to Gideon and abandoned me, but I could try and understand it. ---- Ijust couldn't understand a world in which Gideon had knowingly spent the night in my bed. Whether it had been him or not, I felt disappointed that Gideon had left immediately to run after that horrible Dierdra the minute she showed an emotion. when he had so dispassionately ignored mine. But if it had been him... Iblushed as I toweled myself off. Just the thought of it being Gideon in my foggy memories was... distracting.

Disconcerting. The person who had moved behind me, and inside me, had none of Gideon's typical restraint. The Alpha who had claimed me had been bold, aggressive, and worshipful at the same time. It was hard to picture Gideon being loving in that way. He was so cold, and restrained. I tried to imagine him being shaken by pleasure, and couldn't. Not my Gideon. It couldn't have been him. I shook my head as I dressed myself in the mirror. I frowned as I stared at my reflection. Despite the long night with little sleep, my skin was glowing and flushed.

The dark lovebites that marred my skin were distractingly obvious with the low neckline of my dress. I grabbed a stick of concealer and did my best to hide the small painless bruises. ---- There. I looked at my handiwork. The marks were much more subtle and might be confused for birthmarks or some other sort of healing bruise. Less obviously the result of an Alpha's love bite. I put my hand to my neck, where my mark remained hidden, and felt it throb with heat in response to my touch.

I felt the strength of my wolf flood through me, with a rush of acceptance and love that helped to wash away the shame I was fighting. "You have done nothing wrong." I felt her tacit encouragement flood through me, reinforcing my thoughts. I tried to hold onto that feeling as I left our rooms and descended the grand staircase to the ballroom. Despite the early hour, I could feel many eyes on me, watching as I passed. Icould see people turning to their companions and whispering, and I could hear some of the comments as I made myself walk across the room under their stares.

"That's the one they said was..." "But it was her own Alpha wasn't it?" "He has a mate alread "She looks so beautiful though, I can understand why he'd do it "Shame on him." ---- "No, shame on HER."