Chapter 75 – A Turning Point in His Rogue Luna by Goddess-Of-Dawn
In this chapter of His Rogue Luna, Goddess-Of-Dawn introduces major changes to the story. Chapter 75 shifts the narrative tone, revealing secrets, advancing character arcs, and increasing stakes within the Internet genre.
At this point, I wasn't sure what I needed to do to get it off my chest.
I wasn't angry enough to scream at anyone, much less Kieran who had been a victim too, but I couldn't let it all go so easily.
Would he run off with anyone that looked remotely like me and had my name?
I felt a growl building in my chest and I let it out in a small huff.
Suddenly, I felt warm hands on my back, slowly pulling the zipper of my dress down. I looked up at the mirror, watching Kieran as he silently slid off my dress. I stood up from my seat to let it fall onto the floor.
The silence was heavy, but I didn't have anything to say to break it. For once I was lost.
For a while, his eyes ran over my exposed body, considering the only thing I wore under my dress was some red lacy underwear. His fingers touched the tattoo on my sternum before falling away.
He surprised me again by holding my hand and pulling me into the bathroom. The luxurious bathtub was filled with steaming water, and I caught the scents of rose and lavender mixing in the air.
"I prepared a relaxing bath after the crazy day you had," he murmured lowly.
My chest warmed at his consideration and I felt so silly all of a sudden, holding a small grudge against him for something he didn't do.
He guided me towards the water and after removing the last thin piece of fabric, I stepped in, shivering as I sat down before relaxing.
From the corner of my eye, I watched as he took off his shirt, so I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to lean against the bath, waiting for him to join.
I didn't feel the water splash, but I felt his fingers in my hair, gently combing the locks. I opened my eyes, confused and tilted my head further back to look at him.
"You're not getting in?" I asked. He pressed a small kiss to my nose.
"No, tonight's all about you," Again, that warm feeling returned in my chest and this time, I couldn't help the guilt that overwhelmed me.
"Kieran I'm sorry-,"
He hushed me with a kiss, a chaste soft kiss, where he simply pressed his lips against mine. It wasn't hot and passionate, rather it was something softer and sweeter, exactly what I needed in that moment.
"Just let me take care of you," He murmured. I wasn't sure how, but his soft and deep voice washed over me as his words calmed me.
Somehow, I knew it was all going to be alright. And with that, I relaxed back into the tub, getting comfortable and letting him wash me.
He led me into the bedroom and sat me down on the bed. His face was still unreadable and I refrained from looking into his mind.
Once again, I was surprised by his next course of action.
He got on his knees before me where I sat at the edge of the bed, his head hung low and to the side, exposing his neck. My stomach lurched at this sudden display of submission, and I grabbed his face, making him meet my eye.
"Kieran what's wrong?" I whispered. He suddenly looked so small and vulnerable, nothing like he should be and I didn't like it. He was an alpha, naturally dominant and commanding, things I loved about him.
"What you saw earlier this night, with the vampire, is clearly bothering you," I opened my mouth to speak up but he shook his head and continued. "I know that you're not angry at me, but we're werewolves, with strong instincts and certain needs,"
For once in my life I had no idea where he was going.
"Artemis, you're a Spirit Wolf, and like me, your wolf can be very territorial," I pursed my lips, considering his words. While my wolf and I weren't separate entities like ordinary wolves, I had been ignoring my base instincts all night to save face in front of the vampires.
"I'm submitting to you Artemis, because I know that's what you need. My wolf knows that's what you need,"
My mind went back to the night where Diana had passed and how Kieran's wolf had run with me and laid on his back, submitting to me. It was his way of not only distracting me from my emotional turmoil, but by doing that he told me the cards were in my hand, if I chose to forgive and attempt a relationship with him or not.
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