Page 66 of Pretty Little Prey
“Rohan.”
Jealousy ate him up inside. Had another man claimed her? Had she been trying to run away from them to get to him? Rohan?
Note to self: kill all Rohans.
Luna continued to turn and twitch in her sleep.
“Rohan, please,” she cried out softly.
Rage. Absolute rage crashed over him, seeping into his bones.
He roared at her, forgetting that they were in a forest and the dragon’s men could be nearby, “YouDAREdream of another?”
At his loud yell, the men and Luna jerked awake.
She blinked several times, taking in her surroundings. She frowned.Was she missing Rohan? Missing the luxury of a penthouse bed that the dragon could offer her?
Why would she ever choose me?
More rage consumed Bastille as he clasped her shoulders and shook her further awake. “You dare have a sex dream of another right next to me?”
Kobe growled at his king’s handling of his mate.Oh well.
“What are you talking about?” She acted innocent.
A liar. More rage. “You dream of touching another! Moaning out his name.”
“I—I was not having a sex dream.”
“You—” Bastille breathed in a sharp breath and froze. Luna’s scent of arousal—which Bastille was quite familiar with by now—did not pierce the air. Instead, he scented…fear.
Kobe shoved at his king, and Bastille released her arms, stepping back.
Kobe nuzzled in beside her, wrapping his arms around her to show he would protect her. To show he would deny his king and choose to defendher. A prey.
What has she done to him?A quick glance around revealed Nikolai and Sly also gazing at Bastille with wary expressions. No longer the expressions of men willing to follow him anywhere.What has she done to all of us?
“You had a nightmare, Moonbeam?” Kobe whispered, scenting her fear as well and trying to ease it.
She scowled at Bastille, keeping her lips shut in defiance.
This fucking woman, Bastille growled to himself.
“Want to tell us about the big bad in your dream?” Sly asked.
“Maybe I dreamed of being kidnapped byyou,” she replied sassily.
“Who is Rohan?” Bastille questioned. “You said his name repeatedly.”
“Row hand?” she repeated, pretending she had no idea what he said. “Never heard of it.”
“She just lied,” Sly supplied the group with obvious knowledge. They could all hear the way her heart raced when Bastille mentioned the name Rohan.
“Did he hurt you? Rohan?” Kobe asked softly, still holding her.
She shifted, shrugging uncomfortably in Kobe’s arms.
“Is he the one you’re hiding from, Bo Peep?” Bastille’s anger still ruled him at the way all of his friends gazed at Luna, at the way she clearly did not want to confide in him.
