The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 152: Jealous Instincts

I turned around, trying to play it cool even though my face was already burning hot with embarrassment. Of course, the second I looked up, I found Venom pointedly staring at the hardwood ground like it was the single most fascinating thing he’d ever seen in his entire life. Meanwhile, Algebra stood a little further off in the living room, his back completely turned to us and his arms dramatically wrapped around himself, slowly swaying as if he were making out with an invisible lover. It was painfully, agonizingly obvious what he was mimicking.

Great. Just great.

"Oh, shut it," I muttered under my breath, my cheeks lighting up even more furiously.

So... you’re blushing now just because you’re talking to your mate? my wolf chimed in smugly from deep within my mind. Funny, you didn’t blush earlier when your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.

"I thought I blocked you out," I grumbled mentally at her.

We all fail sometimes, she replied instantly, not sounding even remotely apologetic for her shameless commentary.

I groaned inwardly, wishing with everything I had that I could just melt directly into the floorboards and disappear entirely.

Zaliver’s deep voice cut smoothly through my spiraling embarrassment. "Venom will be the one training you," he said, his tone sounding distinctly less than thrilled about the arrangement.

"Really?" I blinked at him, caught completely off guard by the announcement.

"Yes. He’s the best for the job and the only person I fully trust to handle your intense physical training."

He stepped in closer to me, leaning down and brushing his nose gently against the sensitive curve of my neck. I shivered at the warm contact, feeling utterly confused and flustered at the exact same time. Pulling back just a little, I tilted my head up to stare at him.

"Why not you?" I asked, before glancing at Venom quickly out of courtesy. "No offense."

"None taken, Luna Vivian," Venom replied smoothly, offering me a small, respectful bow of his head.

"Well damn, I’m offended!" Algebra griped loudly from behind us, throwing his hands up in the air.

We both completely ignored him.

Zaliver hesitated for a long moment, his facial expression remaining unreadable and tense.