The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 49: Wherever he wants

Luke was in the middle of chatting with Courtney when his eyes abruptly flickered to silver and stayed that way. The sound that came next wasn’t his, it was a deep, guttural growl that reverberated through the room and yanked everyone’s attention toward him. The energy in the air shifted instantly. I caught the subtle way Mark inched closer to Hannah, his posture tense but ready, just in case things got out of hand.

But the second he registered the silver sheen in Luke’s eyes, his head bowed low. The others followed suit, all of them submitting without hesitation.

I felt it before I heard it. That familiar gravity, that specific shift in pressure that meant him, like the air itself knew Zaliver was present and rearranged itself accordingly. My chest tightened. My wolf lifted her head.

"Having a nice lunch, Vivian?" Zaliver’s voice rumbled through Luke’s mouth, too calm, too knowing.

My eyes locked on Luke’s, and even though the voice was his and the power behind it unmistakable, it wasn’t him. It wasn’t the same as seeing those piercing blue eyes in front of me, or feeling his overwhelming presence fill a room. Still, my chest ached just hearing him.

Everyone else was quiet, their heads dipped in respect. It felt like a spotlight had been thrown onto me.

"Uh, yeah," I mumbled. "So, what’s going on?" My voice came out awkward, uncertain. I had spent the whole day missing him, feeling his absence like a wound, and now that he was here in a way, I didn’t even know what to say.

"I just landed," he said, his gaze sweeping across the table. "Wanted to check in and see what you were up to."

I blinked. "And you couldn’t just call?" I asked, one brow lifting. I didn’t mean it to sound rude, it was more amused than anything. Though I did worry that Luke might not be thrilled with being turned into a human speakerphone.

Zaliver smiled faintly. "This is me calling."

I let out a soft, disbelieving laugh and shook my head. "Well, thanks for the heads-up. As you can see, everything’s fine. Now maybe let Luke have his body back?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and for a second, I wondered if he’d growl something proprietary and unpleasant. But then he just growled under his breath, quiet and annoyed. I realized he probably didn’t love being in another male’s body when it came to me.

"Fine. I’ll call later," he muttered.

And then, just like that, the silver vanished from Luke’s eyes.

The air in the room shifted again, everyone let out a collective breath. Shoulders dropped. Conversations resumed, if only briefly.

I picked up my fork again and started poking at my half-eaten food, trying not to look too shaken.

"Nice," Luke said after blinking a few times. "Second time that’s happened."

"Sorry," I said, sheepish. "I’ll ask him not to do that anymore."

"No! No, seriously, it’s fine. He can take over my body whenever he wants! Wherever he wants!" Luke said, a bit too enthusiastically.

The silence that followed was deafening.

And then Johnson let out a snort, and chaos erupted. Everyone burst out laughing.