Page 94 of Forsaken Devotion: Part 2
I reached the top of the stairs and entered our bedroom, stopping at the threshold and turning on my heel.
“Sleep somewhere else.” I stopped him with a palm on his chest. He stilled, studying me with obvious confusion andpursed lips. I shut the door, locking it so he didn’t try sneaking in in the middle of the night.
I scowled and dropped onto the bed, face down. The sounds of footsteps finally retreated. He made me so damn mad.
The steps returned and stopped at the door. For a moment, I worried he had a key, but the doorknob didn’t jiggle.
He knocked on the surface.
“I’ll be right here,” he said, voice muffled. After shuffling and then the creak of the door, it quieted as if he was leaning against it. I sat up, listening closely. Was he about to sleep there?
The silence told me yes. I shook my head at the door, even though he couldn’t see me.
If he thought it would make me pity him, he was dead wrong.
36
Icarried the tray into the pack cafeteria, where tables had been set up for the food.
“You really don’t have to help, Luna,” Melodie said, arranging the wire holder that we’d place the warm food on tomorrow. In the middle of the wire rack was a burner ready to be lit.
I made sure the rack was lined up perfectly with the rest of them. The feast for this Blood Moon seemed more elaborate than last time.
“You should be telling yourself that, Melodie. Why are you here on your day off?”
She shrugged. “There’s like, nothing to do, plus, I like being here on Blood Moons. I’m antsy all day.”
“While we’re here, who handles the clinic?”
“We hire some humans during the Blood Moons.”
“Ah,” I retorted, falling into step with her.
“Can I ask you why the Alpha keeps following you around, looking like that?” I frowned and looked over my shoulder. Lucian perked up, and I glared at him. His mouth pursed, and his eyebrows furrowed.
“Annoyed?”
“No, like a kicked puppy.”
I scoffed and swung back around to study him closely. He straightened. Shit, he’d seen me looking at him and taken it as a sign to approach.
“I don’t want to talk right now.” I turned, and my sneakers squeaked. Melodie had already skedaddled.
He caught my arm.
“Now, Josephine,” he ordered, tightening his hold on my wrist. He was taking me to the storage area attached to the cafeteria.
The door swung open, and my jaw dropped.
Verity and Alex were making out, her hand shoved down the front of his pants.
Her eyes widened, and Lucian slammed the door shut before anything could be said.
“Disgusting,” Lucian muttered. He started pulling me again.
I dug the heels of my sneaker into the tile.
“Stop.” I snapped, putting more force behind it. “Enough.”
