Page 44 of The Alpha's Forced Rejected Mate
“What do you want, Luna?” he asked, his lips now inches from hers.
What did she want?
She wanted to forget the last six years and that day and just surrender to the heat building inside her. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and pull him down against her. She wanted—
A piercing alarm rang just then.
Dominic rolled off her immediately, his expression quickly changing from desire to deadly focus. He quickly reached for the device on the nightstand that was emitting the harsh sound.
“What is it?” Luna asked, sitting up and tugging her shirt down over her thighs.
“There’s been a perimeter breach,” he answered, all traces of warmth now gone from his voice. “The compound’s under attack.”
He was already grabbing a tactical shirt from the dresser, pulling it over his head in one motion.
“Demons?” she asked.
“Possibly.” He strapped on a weapons belt. “Stay here. Lock the door behind me.”
Luna bristled at the command. “I’m not helpless.”
Dominic paused, his gaze sweeping over her. “You’re not dressed for battle.”
She glanced down at her bare feet.
“Fine,” she conceded. “But I’m not just going to sit here and wait to be killed if they break through.”
A ghost of a smile touched his lips. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.” He crossed to the closet and pulled out a smaller knife, tossing it to her. “I know you have your magic, but just as backup.”
Luna caught it with ease, the weight familiar in her palm. During her years in exile, she’d made sure to learn how to defend herself with more than just magic.
She had never needed to, but the option was always welcome.
The alarm continued blaring as Dominic moved to the door. He paused with his hand on the knob, looking back at her.
“We’re not finished with this conversation,” he said, voice low.
We were not having a conversation, sir!
Before she could respond, he was gone, the door closing firmly behind him.
Luna stood motionless in the middle of the room, the knife in one hand, the other pressed against her chest, feeling her thundering heartbeat. She could still feel the imprint of his body against hers and the heat from his touch on her thigh.
Focus, there are actual demons attacking.
Moving quickly, she put on the black tights and shoes she’d been wearing when they arrived. It felt good to be back in her sturdy boots.
Whatever happened, she would rather not face it dressed like a teenager at a slumber party.
The distant sound of gunfire reverberated through the cabin walls. Luna positioned herself beside the door, knife at the ready, and waited. She was done being a victim, done being the helpless outcast.
If demons came for her today, they’d find their deaths instead.
The cabin shuddered as something exploded nearby. Luna tightened her grip on the knife.
Let them come.
For the first time since Dominic had tracked her down at the library, she felt the stirring of something beyond fear and anger.
