The Wolf God's Unwanted Luna

Chapter 159: A Bold Choice

My hand was still tangled in his thick hair, so I gave one of the dark strands a gentle tug, idly twisting it between my fingers. The dark lock felt soft and incredibly thick, far warmer than it should be.

"Your hair’s getting longer," I said softly, tugging again with a small, playful grin.

He tilted his head down toward me, his expression entirely curious and gentle. Then he eased back just enough to free the dark strand from my loose grasp.

"Do you want me to cut it?" he asked.

The simple question caught me completely off guard. "Why would it matter what I think about your hair?"

He smiled softly, catching my hand before I could pull it away completely. He brought it up to his lips, pressing a warm kiss to the back of it like I was something precious fragile, even. His pale eyes locked onto mine, warm and intensely focused.

"Is it a crime to want to please my beautiful mate?"

I rolled my eyes so hard I could’ve seen my own soul, but it was absolutely no use. My traitorous heart was already betraying me, fluttering so loudly he could probably hear it echoing in the quiet room.

"No," I said reluctantly, feeling my face warm. "Don’t cut it. Not yet."

I backed away slowly, giving him plenty of room to focus on his massive pile of work. But just as I reached the wooden doorway, I paused, gripping the frame lightly.

"So... are we ever going to talk about what happened up there?" I asked, not turning around to face him. My fingers twitched slightly against the dark wood. I wasn’t about to let my unhandled emotions break another perfectly good doorframe.

He crossed his broad arms behind his back and raised a dark brow. I sighed loudly back at him.

"Fine," I muttered and turned completely around. My dark gaze locked onto his. "Why do you keep pulling away from me?"

The quiet amusement faded from his face as he studied me, his eyes narrowing slightly not with anger, but with deep thought. Like he was choosing each specific word very carefully.

"Because when we do mate," he said, his deep voice low but steady, "I don’t want it to be because of the heat. I definitely don’t want you to wake up afterward full of regret, hating me for not being strong enough to wait for you. I want it to be real. Your choice. No confusion. No lingering doubt."

His piercing blue eyes met mine without wavering for a single second. And just like that, my heart stuttered violently in my chest, my breath catching on the very edge of something tender and terrifying all at once.

This dangerous male was going to completely ruin me... and I was willingly letting him.

We locked eyes for a long moment, a silent, heavy understanding flickering between us both of us clearly recalling what had happened upstairs not long ago. It lingered in the air around us, warm and crackling like glowing embers refusing to die.

"Well," I said with a teasing, subtle smile, "looks like we finally agree on something."

Zaliver tilted his head slightly, curious. "And what would that be?"

"I know exactly what I want now." My voice came out completely sure. I turned and walked right down the hallway, closing the heavy door behind me with a soft, decisive click.

Like a absolute boss, my wolf purred deep inside me, her tail swishing around in smug, total approval.