The Luna

The Anger

Sorry for the late update :&

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I felt warm and peaceful, I purred and snuggled into the source of comfort. I lifted my hand up still keeping my eyes shut, it proved easier said than done as I realised I was restrained by the warmth. I reached out slightly and my fingers came into contact with something smooth yet solid, it was skin. I ran my fingertips over slight ridges that I presumed were ribs. I moaned at the tingles that shot through me, I curled up further into the person.

I had never been held like this, I felt so safe and protected. I pressed my lips against the vast expanse of the person's chest.

"Baby, unless you want me to flip you over and really make you moan I suggest you stop that," I recognised the husky voice immediately, it was the same voice that tormented me for years.

Jason.

I tried desperately the wriggle out of his iron grip, I only managed to turn away from him but I was unable to escape his clutches.

He chuckled at my distress but it soon turned into a throaty groan as my ass came into contact with his growing hard on. I felt my face flush with colour as his hands wrapped tighter around me in an attempt to stop me from moving.

"Let me go," I snarled at him.

"Please just stay a moment," I felt him bury his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I ask quietly.

My question must've caught him off guard because his grip slackened slightly, I took my opportunity to leap off the bed and grab the lamp from the bedside cabinet. I brandished the cream coloured lamp in front of me, I was once again dressed in one of Jason's shirts. His scent was intoxicating and it was distracting me.

Jason pulled off the covers and began to walk towards me, I simultaneously backed away which caused him to sigh but stand still.

I couldn't help but let my eyes trail down his body. God help me he was a fine specimen of male. He was only wearing low hanging sweat pants, I bit my lip at the sight of his immaculately sculpted body. Everything about him was smooth and hard almost like he was carved out of marble. My body began to heat up as I followed the light trail of hair leading to the prominent tent in his pants.

I mentally cursed myself as I practically salivated over his body. I can't think of him like this, he's a bully, he rejected me, he's not my mate anymore.

"See something you like?" He asked with a smirk.

I scowled. "I've seen better," I snapped.

Ha. Not so smug now, his eyes quickly darkened but instead of lust clouding them, this time it was anger and, dare I say it, jealousy.

With a low growl, he began to stalk towards me again. Unlike earlier in his office, I was prepared. I brought the lamp down on his head causing it to shatter, he fell down like a sack of potatoes and I did an internal victory dance.

Without wasting another moment I sped towards the door which was thankfully unlocked. I spotted the main staircase which caused hope to flare up within me, I'm going to get out, I'll be free again!