The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 423

Gideon’s POV

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

My wolf had been going wild all night. Even just breathing in the air around Avery made him howl, that familiar bond pulling me toward her like she was holding the other end of a red string tightly around her fist and yanking whenever she felt like it.

This was different. It wasn’t the dull, aching throb of a bond that wanted to pull taut. It was slow and foggy, like steam rolling off a pool of hot water. It clouded my vision and filled my lungs and my nose and it made it hard to breathe.

It started small at first. I lifted my head and turned, and the room spun. Just a little. A person walking by left a dark trail in their wake. My senses sharpened, and all of the women’s perfume in the air suddenly felt cloying and completely consuming.

I couldn’t explain where it had come from or why it was happening or the reason behind why it made my loins suddenly feel hot.

I just knew that I needed her.

Avery.

I had always wanted her, of course. Ever since the moment we met, and especially since our last run-in in the greenhouse. She was all I could think about, filling every sinew of my being like a drug, and now…

Now, she was irresistible.

My eyes sought her out amongst the crowd. This must be the pull of the full moon, I thought; she has to feel it too. She has to-

“Gideon.”

A low, female voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I felt a hand on my arm and startled, turning to see a woman standing beside me. In the haze that had taken over my vision, I couldn’t make out her features. The way she angled her face downward, chin tucked, eyes looking up at me through her brows made it hard to see her.

“Come with me,” she said.

Before I could react, she was pulling me away.

I wasn’t sure why, but I let her guide me out of the bustling ballroom and into a quieter hallway, where the lighting was dim and the air was less heavy with the scents of dozens of different types of perfume.

Now, it was just her.

She walked ahead of me, holding my hand, hips swaying, long hair trailing over her shoulder.

Be her. She knew she couldn’t stay away from me, not forever. I just had to tell her now that I loved her, and-

The sliver of moonlight from the curtain fell across her features, and my wolf went dead silent.

The nose was different. The chin was different. Everything about her face, in fact, was different.

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