Page 123 of Pretty Little Prey
Yes, she was still angry about being turned into a vampire, angry they had made such an important choice for her, but a shiver ran through her at Kobe’s expression of longing and pure excitement at seeing her. She had missed Kobe.
What would Daxton think? He never quite revealed how he felt about her touching Sly the night before.
Her cheeks darkened as she blushed. The second Kobe stood before her, Conrad appeared right beside her and Daxton in a protective, guarding stance. But Kobe would sooner die than hurt her.
“Moonbeam,” Kobe whispered as he moved closer to cup her cheek.
Conrad lifted an arm, placing a palm over Kobe’s chest, and keeping him from touching Luna.
“My mate too,” Kobe growled, becoming aggressive at being held back from her.
Daxton’s dark brows rose, and he glanced at Luna.
She brushed Conrad’s hand aside and drew Kobe into a polite hug.
The werewolf was not one for “polite.” He seized her in his arms, lifting her off her feet and holding her so close, she could feel his heart beating against her.
She had been so angry and hurt at what the Dark Ones did to her. Yet, now that it seemed reversible, she could not help softening to them.Bastille is still an asshole though.
Kobe’s narrowed eyes connected with Daxton and Conrad’s over her shoulder. Kobe mumbled, “For her, I will share.”
Eyebrows lifting higher, Daxton gave a small nod.
From what she understood, the light shifters took tradition very seriously. Matehood was like a religion. If someone was the mate of multiple paranormal beings, the connection had to be honored and the mate had to be shared.
It was hard to imagine the rugged and wolfish Kobe living in a grand castle with them, in his T-shirts, gray sweatpants, and flannels, but…
“I’ve missed your grilled cheese,” Luna whispered to him, knowing the shifters around her would be able to hear her even if she meant it only for him.
Kobe pulled back to search her face. His own expression overflowed with pain and yearning. His furrowed brows and pursed lips silently screamed, “Can you ever forgive me for allowing them to turn you into a vampire?”
She petted his cheek in comfort, a silent acceptance, and his entire body trembled in relief.
“Missed you, Moonbeam,” he grunted to her.
“You will forgive him but not me?” Bastille asked from behind Kobe.
Thus, the glaring exchange commenced. Glares from Luna and Daxton toward Bastille. A glare from Bastille toward Daxton. A glare from Conrad to Kobe as the werewolf continued holding her close.
Luna bared her fangs at Bastille.
Bastille stared at her sharp teeth, a glimmer of a smile on his face. Then, a frown. He spoke to Daxton while keeping his gaze on her, “Your people will hate her for what she is.”
“The witches will find a cure in no time,” Daxton said. “They should have something in less than a day.”
“You would take away her immortality?” Bastille asked. “Leave her vulnerable to death?”
“We will protect her.”
Bastille pressed his lips together, his gaze flicking over the dragon’s face, as if searching for weaknesses.
“She does not want to be a bloodsucker,” Daxton added.
Luna flinched at that word, and the others noticed.
Kobe held her tighter, pulling her slightly farther from Daxton and Conrad. Conrad tracked this subtle movement with tense, narrowed eyes.
“Tell me, lamb,” Bastille rasped. “Have they hurt you for what you are?”
