Page 4 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
I won’t let her die.
“Stop! I’m your mate, not Ambrose,” my words fly from my mouth as if I have no control over them. And I have no idea why I say them, no idea if they are true or not.
But my words save her at the cost of saving my pack, and of saving me.
Chapter 1
Lumi
He bit me. Nyx’s teeth sank into the exact same spot on my neck where Ambrose had started to mark me, and in one quick bite, he completely erased what Ambrose had started, making the mark his own. And then, with a gentle pull of his lips, he drank my blood.
A creeping coolness spreads into my body as the last of my warmth drains away. With a jolt, I’m pulled from my dream—no, my nightmare. This can’t be real. This can’t really be happening. Rowena can’t be dead. We couldn’t have failed. And I—am I dead?
I blink, and bright lights illuminate the room.
I’m not dead. And I’m not in a dungeon either.
I’m lying in the largest bed I’ve ever seen. It’s pillowy soft, with crisp sheets indicating a high thread count. Floor-to-ceiling windows expand the entire wall opposite me, and my breath falters at the sight of the cliff and valley below. It looks as if I were to take one step toward the windows, the house would tilt and we’d all plummet to our deaths below. It would be worth it, though, because I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.
“How are you feeling?” Nyx asks.
I snap my head toward the sound on my left and find Nyx leaning against the closed door, watching me intently. He’s adorned head to toe in black that squeezes over his honed body. A whisp of his hair falls over his blackened eyes that stare at me like he wants to eat me.
“You don’t care how I feel.”
He blinks. “You’re right, I don’t.”
I sit up and the covers slip down my body—down my very naked body.
I clench the cover and yank it up, tucking it tightly under my armpits.
“I’m naked,” I growl at him.
He raises an eyebrow in the annoying way he does. “And?”
“And, I should have clothes on.”
“You wanted me to dress you?”
“No,” I snap.
“That’s what I thought. Clothes will be provided when we are done with this conversation.”
I narrow my eyes at him, a silent promise of violence. “Now.”
His lips tilt up. “You need to work on your alpha commands. It really could use some work. But then, me being who I am, I doubt you would ever be strong enough to command me to do anything.”
“I hate you.”
“I know. Most people do.”
“Maybe you should change that.”
“Maybe, but I won’t.”
“Where are we?”
“My house.”
