Blessed Luna Rising

Chapter 20: The Moment She Breaks

His words hung in the air, thick and inescapable.

“You’re mine.”

Something inside me fractured at those two words.

Not because they were a lie.

But because deep down, in the darkest part of me, I wanted them to be true.

I wanted to believe that I could belong to someone who would never betray me. Someone who saw all my scars, all my rage, all the pieces of me that had been broken, and didn’t turn away.

But that kind of belief had already destroyed me once.

I wouldn’t let it happen again.

So I did the only thing I could—I shoved him back.

Hard.

“Get. Out.”

He barely stumbled. His body stayed rooted like an unmovable force, but his eyes flickered with something dangerous. Something challenging.

I hated that the fire inside me roared in response.

“You don’t mean that,” he murmured, voice dark and steady.

“I do.” I lifted my chin, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to anyone.”

Something shifted in his stance. His jaw clenched. His nostrils flared—like he was fighting something deep, primal, unstoppable.

And then he took a step closer.

Then another.

I retreated, heart hammering against my ribs. “I mean it—”

“No, you don’t.” His voice was low, a dangerous rumble, vibrating through my skin.

I backed up until my spine hit the wall. My breath caught.

And then he was right there, caging me in, hands pressing against the wall on either side of me.

Towering over me.

Surrounding me.

His scent, his heat, his sheer presence swallowed me whole, and my traitorous body reacted.

My breath turned shallow.

My wolf stirred.

And his eyes—his impossible silver eyes—tracked every tiny movement. Every hitched breath. Every flicker of hesitation.

Like he could see the exact moment I started to break.

“Tell me to leave,” he murmured.

I opened my mouth—

Nothing came out.

Because the heat between us was unbearable now.

Because I was trembling, not from fear, but from something so much worse.

Because my body, my instincts, my wolf—they all wanted him.

And he knew it.

He felt it.

A slow, satisfied smirk curled on his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

I clenched my jaw. “Damn you.”

His smirk deepened.

Then—

He leaned down.

And I felt his breath against my lips, his presence drowning me.

I knew I should shove him away. I knew I should fight this, fight him.

But instead—

I stayed.