Chapter 8
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CHAPTER 8
Ryan stood there, hands on the banister, staring at us with amusement and curiosity in his eyes.
"Hello Alpha Kane, Luna," he said, inclining his head towards each of us in turn.
I felt my cheeks heat up as I wondered how long he had stood there before making his presence known. I hoped he had not witnessed my brief display of wantonness in Kane's arms.
His cheeks slowly lifted in an amused smile as he saw the telltale blush on my cheeks. I took another step back to put more distance between myself and Kane. Lightly grasping my waist, he pulled me closer.
I turned away from Ryan to glare at him. I should have known that he wouldn't let me go. Being contrary seemed to be one of his hobbies.
Across Kane's shoulders, I saw the guards behind him watching the scene with expectant eyes. They saw me looking and immediately averted their eyes.
I looked down at Kane's hand on my waist. I considered digging into his wrist with my sharp nails to make him let go. As if reading my mind, his grip on me tightened. I felt my feet scrape the ground as he drew me closer to him, squashing my breasts up against his hard chest.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the guards staring at us again. Narrowing my eyes, I looked at them, but they avoided my eyes. I stopped struggling. If Kane wanted to behave like a barbarian in front of his pack, then so be it. I would not entertain them further by struggling. They could all go to hell for all I cared.
"Is this a good time?" Ryan asked. I could hear the barely restrained laughter in his voice.
I could have sworn that I saw Kane's lips twitch in amusement.
"The best time," Kane replied.
In Kane's arms, stared stonily straight ahead, avoiding the eyes of everyone, trying to block out the sound of their conversation. When he was tired of amusing himself, he would let me go eventually- I hoped.
Ryan's tone became more businesslike. "A while ago, I received a call from an Alpha." He paused. "The Alpha of the Red Moon pack."
I hitched in a breath, my eyes widening in surprise. Kane quickly glanced at me, his eyes scanning my face. I scowled at him. His gaze dropped to my mouth and gently bit the side of his lip. My lips parted a fraction in response.
Obviously satisfied with the way I had reacted, he switched his gaze back to Ryan.
"The Red Moon pack, you say?" Kane inquired further.
The Red Moon pack was William's pack. I wondered if and how William had gotten wind of my k********g. If William was aware, he would definitely inform my parents. My pack could rush into Kane's pack land any minute from now. My heart beat faster at the thought. If my pack and William's pack did anything rash, the Light Moon pack would squash them.
I forced myself to be calm as I reflected that it could just be an ordinary phone call. The coincidence was startling though. The Light Moon pack was one which most packs steered clear off. Friendly phone calls between them would obviously be weird.
"What did the Alpha say to you? What did he want?"
"He didn't say. He said he wanted to speak with you. I told him to hold on."
"Attend to him, Ryan. I'm going to be busy with my...mate." Kane said, staring down at me and gazing unabashedly at what little part of my breasts the gown I wore allowed him to see. My breasts tingled in response.
I glared at him. It was disturbing how one look from him could make me lose my train of thought. A part of me would give anything to be in on the phone conversation between Ryan and William. Another part of me desperately wanted to know what Kane meant by being busy with me.
Ryan turned and left, descending the stairs, bringing out his phone from his breast pocket and dialing the number, a guard accompanying him. I stood still straining my ears in the hopes of hearing a little of their conversation.
"Come," said Kane, releasing his hold on my waist and tugging on my arm.
I planted my feet, refusing to move.
"Come" he repeated, giving me an exasperated look, an edge to his voice this time.
Reluctantly, I followed him as led me up another flight of stairs and along a corridor. A guard walked discreetly behind us, walking faster as we approached the door and throwing it open. The guard hesitated and made as if to follow us inside. With a flick of his wrist, Kane motioned him to wait outside. He bowed again, stepped outside, and gently closed the door behind him.
It was obvious that we were in Kane's room. This room was larger than mine and tastefully furnished. Everything about it from the decor to the colors, to the lighting, screamed masculinity and dominance. There was a wide bed in a corner of the room. The floor was covered with a thick golden carpet, and the walls were hung with heavy fabric in a slightly lighter shade. A huge portrait of Kane occupied one part of the wall. I stood gazing at it, aware on some level that he had let go of my hand. In a deft stroke, the artist had captured Kane's scorching gaze and the arrogant tilt of his head. Even an inanimate picture of him could make me gaze in open-eyed wonder. I glanced down to see the original about to take off his shirt.
I gasped in surprise, a million thoughts running through my mind. I could see a little triangle of hair extending from his belly button and disappearing into his jeans.
"Stop" I found myself yelling.
He smoothed his shirt back down, evidently surprised at my intense reaction. I swallowed nervously. I knew damn well why I had reacted like that. I was yet to see him shirtless. The images of his unclothed body in my head were glorious, but they were still what they were- images. I had been reacting like a silly teenager to his looks, touches, closeness, words, and caresses. I shuddered to think of what would happen to me if I saw him in any state of undress. I prided myself on being pretty good at pretending and convincing people that what I was saying at the moment was true. It was an art that I had honed and practiced over the years.
I had no idea how much this . . . skill of mine had worked on Kane. Even though I had slipped sometimes and shown that I was physically attracted to him, he couldn't have been a hundred percent sure of it. I wanted him to be uncertain about my feelings toward him, until I could get my traitorous body under control.
If he undressed and took me to his bed, I had a strong feeling that I'd be the one begging him to take me.
"Stop what, Eleanor?" he asked in a drawl.
" Stop, you know-" I gestured to his body, talking in a calmer tone "taking off your shirt." My eyes darted to the bed.
"Oh, this?" he said, following the direction of my eyes and looking down at his body. "I just wanted to change my clothes." His eyes appraised me. "But if you have other ideas-" He looked at the bed again. "I'm definitely open to them."
My eyes scanned the room, alighting on a door at the far end that was obviously a bathroom. I pointed towards it.
"If you really have to change, do it in the bathroom or else I will leave." I made the threat without much hope. I knew I had a slim chance of leaving this room without his orders. His guards would likely restrain me.
"What do you think about me going shirtless?" he said with a mocking grin.
Let him go shirtless Kiara spoke up, drooling at the thought. Just this once, please.
"Go shirtless in the bathroom," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
With a fluid movement, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the bed. I shut my eyes, but the image of his lithe bronze body burned on my eyelids.
After a few seconds, I opened them slowly. I gave a small scream when I realized he was inches away from me.
"Shh," He put a finger across my lips. "I'm not going to do anything to you just yet, even though you want me to."
I stepped back a few paces and turned away from him in an attempt to shut out his perfect form.
"My parents would be worried sick. No one in your pack would give me a phone to call. Your orders?"
"Of course, they're my orders." I heard him moving about the room. "No one would dare flaunt them. Here, take this."
I turned.
He held his phone, giving it to me. I reached out to take it from him. The offer seemed too good to be true.
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