THE MOON COURT

Chapter 8

Chapter 8 

Charlotte POV 

I’m in a dream running with Gideon when we were young and the wind in my fur and the laughter in my mind feels endless. I dart around a tree and collide with Gideon and we both burst out laughing as we shift back into our human forms. 

“You did that on purpose!” I say and push against his chest. 

“Yes I did,” he says and I role my eyes and try to stand up but he pulls me back down. 

“I wanted an excuse to touch you is that so wrong?” he whispers and I feel his body against mine and I place my hand on his cheek. 

“Gideon, please don’t go to the war, stay with me,” I say and start to lean into him when suddenly he pulls back and jumps to his feet. He acts like this moment didn’t just happen between us and I just stare at the ground to keep calm. 

“I have to get back to the castle! Sorry I’m meeting my crew, I think their names are Ash and Eli!” 

He darts towards the castle and I feel my heart drop and I want to scream stay, but my voice is lost as I watch him disappear. 

“Princess I need you to wake up, right now! You’ve been sleeping for three days now!” 

The hybrid is standing against the door frame with his arms folded across his chest. My throat feels so dry and as I peek at the glass of water on the ground I look back up at him. 

“I”m thirsty,” I croak and stretch my neck to the side finding a little relief. 

“Simon brought you water,” his eyes flicker to the glass next to me and I roll my eyes. 

“Can you please untie me you Asshole?” I say and show my hands that are still tightly bound. 

His arms drop to his sides as he walks towards me. 

“I want you to answer a question first,” he says as he sits on the edge of my bed like before and slowly leans towards me, resting his head in his hand on his knee. He was clenching his jaw and I curse myself when my eyes flicker to his cheek.  

“Are you going to try to escape again Princess?” 

“Yes.” I say not hiding my glare and he laughs under his breath. 

“At Least you're honest.” 

He grabs the glass of water next to me and I frown. He slowly takes a sip and then places his hand on the side of my waist as if to steady himself as he takes another sip. A drop runs down his chin and he licks it off his eyes never leaving mine. I had to admit to myself in my mind that he was beautiful, but was this even his true face?

As if reading my mind he shifts and looks like Gideon again. I gasp and try to move back, but he only comes closer. 

“Would you rather I look like this,” I stay quiet and just stare at him at how his skin ripples like a soft wave as if it was the easiest thing as he settles into the form of Gideon. 

He takes another sip of water and suddenly lays on top of me as if it’s the most casual thing. His weight pushed me deeper into the mattress. I make a startles sound as he drips some of the water over my lips from his. 

He looked just like Gideon, even the way his lips curved as he breathed and his eyes became as dark as black coffee. I close my eyes and remember my Gideon. 

“You’ll never be him,” I whisper and turn my head, almost breaking my neck in the process. I was so stiff, I desperately needed to stretch. 

“I know,” he says and suddenly the shape shifts back into his true form. He dips his head and smells me. I hit him with my head. 

‘What the hell are you doing?” our faces are so close that his breath vans my face. 

“I’m getting your scent,” he says and slowly puts down the glass again. He then smirks and I lift an eyebrow at him and is surprised when he suddenly starts to untie me. 

“What’s so funny Hybrid?” I growl and my eyes flicker to his fingers working on the knots.

“I like you tied up,” he says and my jaw drops. 

I don’t say anything until my hand is free then I try to slap him, but he grabs my hand before I hit true. I jerk against him, but give up when he pushes my hand back down and pushes his body against mine. 

“I’m not used to keeping calm around things that irritate me that I don’t have control of so please excuse me if I’m acting disrespectful, I’m not your normal horney wolf.” I’m frozen in place as he bends his head and kisses the palm of my hand. 

“I don’t play fair,” he whispers with his lips brushing against my palm.

I close my eyes at the strange sensation of the feel of someone’s lips against my skin. 

“I play to win.” 

I open my eyes and stare right into my own. 

“What the f**k!” I scream and he slowly puts my hand, his hand, whatever over my mouth. 

“I don’t smell to remember, I smell to become and the name is Greyson Princess,” he kisses my cheek and I feel like I’m about to throw up. 

“Let’s go princess,” he says and shifts into his own form again. He unties my other hand and my legs and suddenly grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. 

“I’m starving!” he says in the most joyful mocking voice and I know right then and there.  I Hate him.