Chapter Four: The Pull He Can’t Control
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Luna didn’t sleep.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it again.
That pull.
Soft.
Constant.
Like something was calling her—not loudly, not forcefully… just enough that ignoring it felt wrong.
She sat up in bed, pressing her hand against her wrist.
The mark glowed faintly in the dark.
“…What are you?” she whispered.
No answer.
But the glow pulsed once.
Like it heard her.
Luna exhaled sharply and stood up. Staying inside wasn’t helping. Thinking wasn’t helping.
Maybe fresh air would.
The night outside was colder than she expected.
The pack territory was quiet—too quiet.
Like everything here was always listening.
She wrapped her arms around herself and walked further into the open space, trying to clear her head.
But then—
she felt it.
Stronger this time.
Not from the mark.
From him.
Luna froze.
“No…” she whispered.
She turned slowly.
And there he was.
Aiden.
Standing a few steps away like he had been there the whole time.
Watching her.
Always watching her.
“Why are you outside?” he asked.
His voice was calm.
But something underneath it felt strained.
Luna frowned slightly. “I couldn’t sleep.”
Aiden didn’t move.
“Because of the bond,” he said.
It wasn’t a question.
Luna hesitated… then nodded slightly.
“…It won’t stop,” she admitted.
Aiden’s jaw tightened.
“I know.”
That answer caught her off guard.
“You feel it too?” she asked.
A pause.
Then—
“Yes.”
Silence settled between them.
Heavy.
Awkward.
Charged with something neither of them wanted to name.
Luna crossed her arms slightly. “So what does that mean? Are we just supposed to… deal with it?”
Aiden let out a slow breath.
“No,” he said. “It means we control it.”
Luna raised a brow. “And how exactly do you control something that reacts every time we’re near each other?”
Aiden stepped closer.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like he was testing something dangerous.
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” he said.
Luna didn’t move.
But her heart did.
Faster now.
The closer he got, the stronger the pull became.
Her wrist burned faintly again.
Aiden noticed immediately.
“…It’s reacting,” he murmured.
Luna swallowed. “It always does when you’re close.”
Aiden stopped just in front of her.
Not touching.
But close enough that she could feel his presence fully.
Warm.
Overwhelming.
Wrong.
“…Then we test it,” he said quietly.
Luna frowned. “Test what?”
Aiden hesitated.
Just for a second.
Then—
“This,” he said.
He reached for her hand.
Slowly.
Giving her time to pull away.
She didn’t.
She should have.
But she didn’t.
The moment his fingers touched hers—
everything snapped.
The pull wasn’t soft anymore.
It was sharp.
Intense.
Like something inside both of them had been waiting for that exact moment.
Luna gasped. “Aiden—!”
He froze too.
But didn’t let go.
His grip tightened slightly.
“…It’s stronger than I expected,” he said under his breath.
Luna’s breathing turned uneven. “This is not normal—”
“I know.”
But he still didn’t let go.
That was the problem.
Luna looked up at him. “Then why are you still holding my hand?”
Aiden’s eyes met hers.
Dark.
Conflicted.
Honest.
“…Because I don’t want to let go,” he said quietly.
That hit harder than the bond.
Luna’s breath caught.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
The world around them faded slightly.
Just the two of them.
Just this.
Then—
Aiden let go suddenly.
Like he forced himself to.
Luna stumbled back slightly, her heart still racing.
“This is exactly what I was trying to avoid,” he said, running a hand through his hair.
Luna frowned. “Avoid what?”
Aiden looked at her again.
And this time—
there was no hiding it.
“…Losing control around you.”
Silence.
The mark on Luna’s wrist pulsed again.
But softer now.
Like it was satisfied.
Luna swallowed. “So what now?”
Aiden stepped back.
Creating distance again.
On purpose.
“We don’t do that again,” he said.
Luna raised a brow. “You really believe that?”
Aiden didn’t answer.
Because they both knew—
that wasn’t going to happen
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