My Immortal Luna

Come To My Bed

Ezra

I felt her before I even turned.

“I have been looking all over for you.” Yohan got to his feet and opened his arms for the brunette who was pulling a reluctant looking Eleanor with her.

I heard been searching the arena for her, only for the moon goddess to bring her to me all on her own.

Oh thank you, Selene.

“Meet Eleanor.” Ava piped after hugging her brother. I knew her name because Yohan won’t shut up all day about it. “She’s my new roommate.”

I stilled at that.

Roommates?! Oh c’mon.

I mean it was one thing seeing her, but being roommates and friend’s with Yohan’s sister was a stretch.

“Nice to meet you Eleanor. I’m Yohan.” You hand extended his hand for Eleanor to take, and I felt bile rise in my throat when their hands met, his enclosing around her’s.

Fuck.

“Nice to meet you too.” She was doing a good job ignoring me, although from how stiff her shoulders were, I could tell she was well aware of me.

I on the other hand, couldn’t take my eyes off her, and seethed silently at their hands until Yohan dropped his.

My gaze dropped to her exposed legs, and I cursed, my c**k twitching in my pants.

“Hold on..” Yohan frowned. “I thought your roommate was some other chick named Claire? Corinne?”

“Yeah, but Eleanor had an issue and so we had to switch rooms. I swtiched to hers.” Ava quickly explained, making me frown.

It wasn’t unusual to switch rooms, but what had happened to make them do that? It was a private room for two. That was what Carden had paid for.

“Oh...” Yohan raised a brow, then turned and cursed. “Where are my manners? Ava, Eleanor, meet Draco, and Ezra.” he gestured towards us, and I had the desperate urge to suck him up in the chin.

Draco who had been completely quiet since they arrived nodded, his lips twitching. He wasn’t looking my way, but I could tell he was enjoying this. Whatever it was.

“Hi, Ava.” he took her hand and brought it to his lips. “Pleasure to meet you.” when she replied, he turned to Eleanor and took her hand, “Hi Eleanor.” his eyes then met mine, and I saw them twinkle with mischief as he brought her hand slowly towards his lip.

No.

He wasn’t...

The bile in my throat grew, and I cast him a death glare, my wolf Marlon seething just like I was.

“Pleasure to meet you.” He placed a kiss, smirking when my hands which rested on the arms of my chair drew into a tight fist. “It’s funny...” he was saying, as he let her hand go. “I know someone who knows an Eleanor...” We both tensed, and if my glare could kill, Draco would have been on the floor in an instant. “But I may be mistaken.” Bastard.

He stepped back, and suddenly their attention was on me.

I quickly realized they were waiting for me to introduce myself.

Pissed, and suddenly irritated, I got to my feet. “I need to get a drink.” I muttered under my breath, and walked away.

I didn’t stop until I was at the bar, summoning all of my control to keep myself from looking behind me to see what they were doing.

I was jealous.

No, I was beyond jealous.

“With the bottle.” I ordered the second year student stationed at the bar, and watched as his gaze lowered in fear, then did as I asked.

I took the bottle, pushing the cup away.

I didn’t need any damn ice.

The drink burned it’s way down my throat, and I welcomed it, needing the distraction.

One day. Just one day and I had been met with the craziest coincidence yet.

What next?

She would be in the same tower as me?

I chuckled to myself at that.

That would be the height of it, because only the devil himself would be able to stop me from sneaking into her bedroom at every chance I got and this time I wasn’t going to be pretending to go through her things.

The almost-kiss that had happened than night was implanted in my brain, and had tormented me all week.

Fuck

I needed to get laid. Maybe it would end my suffering.

A group of laughing girls caught my attention, and I cast my gaze on them, wanting to be interested enough to pick one, or even two.

All I had to do was show interest and they would be at my feet.

But none caught my attention.

I could be looking at my damn curtain for all I cared.

“One glass of vodka please.” A sultry voice said from beside me, and I turned to see a familiar looking blonde slide into the stool beside me.

Jasmine.

I had hooked up with her on the night of the crystal anniversary.

I had to admit she had been a good f**k, and had graced my bed twice more until they had had to leave.

But I had found out she was Laurel’s sister and that had ended our arrangement.

Her blonde hair was styled to perfection, just like her clothes, and the makeup on her face.

“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to say hello?” she purred, winking at the bartender, before turning to face me.

I had to admit. She wasn’t bad looking.

But the Havermoth sisters were perfection-seeking bimbos and the last thing I needed was to be tangled with one.

I had bitten Zach to a bloody mess on the night of my return to the pack, until he had admitted it was Laurel who he had picked as a chosen mate.

Same Laurel who had spent the last two years trying to get me to make her my Luna.

I wouldn’t be surprised if it was what Jasmine was after too.

“If you hadn’t been too impatient, maybe I would have done that.” I retorted, taking another swig of my drink.

“You left my bed last time without a proper goodbye.” she said after a few seconds of silence.

I raised a brow at her forwardness, “And what is a proper goodbye to you?” I already had a good idea of what she was asking.

Girls like Jasmine and Laurel could do anything to get what they wanted.

“How about you come to my bed and find out?”

The question hung in the air for a moment, before I shook my head and walked away, taking my bottle with me.