Page 27 of Nyte's Rejected Luna

“Maybe he would come to his senses and take back Katya!”

Chase’s gaze swung to the taller woman. “Katya should know better than to come between a man and his fated mate. It’s not like it’s the first time she’s witnessed the power of the mateship.” He pushed past the two women, grabbing me around the shoulders and leading me out of the living room.

I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Diego curled in the chair, glaring at the two women. The taller woman, who looked like she had stepped straight off the runway, peeled her lips back in a silent snarl.

“Don’t mind, Dasha and Katya. They’re power-hungry bitches. Your showing up disrupted their delusions of power plays. But by themselves, they are at the bottom layer of the tier.”

“Katya, that’s the tall one, right?”

“Yeah, Dasha is her sister. Their mom mated with one of the pack members and moved the three of them to the US from the Ukraine. She had been married to their father; and as you know, it can’t be denied, even if children are involved.”

I felt my heart twist at his words, dread gripping my heart. What would happen when Nyte found his real fated mate? I know I told him this was temporary, but after everything we’d been through, I wasn’t sure I wanted it to be temporary.

“Their mom divorced their dad because of the mate bond? How did they even find one another if they were in Europe?”

“He won some radio contest. Fully paid vacation right to their hometown.” He chuckled and added, “That’s the fates for you. They always get their way.” He looked down at me, another rock of fear weighing down my stomach. “There is no hiding or running from what the fates decide.”

Reaching Nyte’s bedroom, I quickly pulled away from Chase. “Thanks for your help.”

“Of course, not that it was necessary; I know you pack a punch with those spells of yours.” He turned away, pushing his hands in his pocket as he went. “You better hurry inside; I hear Nyte steaming from here.” He chuckled with that, descending the stairs just before the bedroom door tore open.

Nyte stared at me, his face morphing from anger and fear to relief and agitation. “Why did you leave the room, Paige? You know it’s not safe. The pack still blames you for me stepping down as Alpha Elect.”

“I’m fine,” I said, pushing past him into the room. “I couldn’t find my cards. I thought maybe they would turn up somewhere else in the house.”

“I told you no one would steal them,” he growled, following behind me.

“I didn’t say they were stolen. Sometimes they just appear in places that I’m needed.” I looked back at him, barely noticing the towel hanging haphazardly from his waist. “Were you really about to storm through the house like that?”

He smirked back at me, striding the short distance between us. “And if I were?”

The thought of Katya and Dasha seeing this much of him sent a flicker of rage through my body. I didn’t like the idea of them seeing so much of him. I was not too fond of anyone having ever seen these parts of him—the curves of his muscles…and that perfect V shape ridge descending into the towel.

I never thought of myself as the jealous type. I always believed that jealous people were overcompensating for their own indiscretions. But Nyte could turn my brown eyes green with a single glance in another woman’s direction even before we entered into this arrangement.

“Well?” Nyte asked again, wrapping his arms around my waist.

“I’d be embarrassed for you.” I lied, swallowing the jealousy with a gulp of air.

“Is that so? What exactly would I have to be embarrassed about?” He flicked the tip of his tongue over my lips, my legs shaking at the simple touch.

“Don’t people have nightmares about being caught in front of their peers with nothing on?”

Nyte smiled, pressing me against his hard chest. “I have no peers, Paige. Those nightmares don’t exist for me. I would run down the middle of downtown buck naked to find you without a single thought or care about what others would think or see.”

He pressed his lips to mine, his tongue sweeping across my mouth until I parted my lips for him. His hand cupped my cheek, angling me towards him for a deep kiss. I nearly fell over when he pulled away, smiling at me with humor in his eyes.

“If you don’t want me to run naked through the streets to find you, then listen when I tell you not to leave this room without me. Because I promise you, I would burn everything in my path with a smile on my face if it brought you back to me.” He kissed my forehead, then turned me by my shoulders, pointing to the bathroom door. “Now, go clean up for bed while I clean this room. The way you left this place had me thinking there was a struggle, and someone had taken you away without your consent.”

I looked back at the room before looking back at Nyte sheepishly. “I guess it wasn’t a good look coming out of the bathroom, huh.”

“I thought some idiot got the balls to try and kidnap you right from under my nose. There was about to be blood spilt. Now go shower. I’ll have everything cleaned before you know it. And if I find the cards, I’ll let you know.”

I smiled, looking at him before I entered the bathroom. “Thank you, Nyte.”

“Of course, just don’t make it a habit.”

I showered quickly, combing through my hair before exiting the bathroom to a freshly cleaned room. Nyte was positioned on the bed, the sheet and pillows back in place and the comforter pulled back on my side. I smiled as he looked at me, lifting the remote with a brow raised.

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