CHAPTER 47
BELLA'S POV
As Kubala’s hands cradled my face, his thumbs traced slow circles over my cheeks. I felt my wolf stir beneath my skin, her resistance crumbling under his warmth, as though she had been starved of his touch for far too long.
"You know," Kubala murmured, his voice edged with quiet amusement, "you never did give me an answer."
"What do you mean?" I asked, blinking up at him. Hadn’t he said he wouldn’t push me? That he’d give me time?
"A year ago, I asked you to be my Luna," he murmured, a smirk teasing the edge of his lips. "I'm still waiting for that answer."
"I thought…" I hesitated, searching his face. "I thought I already did."
He shook his head, his smirk deepening. "No, I don’t think you did."
His gaze held mine, igniting something inside me I hadn't even
