I Am The Luna

Chapter 0525

Ada would love these, too.

My smile fades, that emptiness returning. She's gone.

I should shower.

Twenty minutes later, I step out of the shower and towel-dry my hair before wrapping it around myself and re-entering my bedroom. Atticus is awake now, sitting up, his back resting against the headboard, one leg propped up and he turns away from where he was looking out the window, his eyes trailing over me.

"Morning," he says, his voice sounding dangerously sexy. Why is a man's morning voice so fucking hot?

"Morning," I respond as I walk over to my drawer and pull out some panties. I slide them up and drop my towel as I take out a bra.

I hear a small 'humph' from him.

"What?" I ask, not turning as I put my bra on.

"Nothing really, you're just a tease." He chuckles as he makes his way to the bathroom. He stops at the door, flashing me a smile before he disappears.

I cock a brow. How?

Shaking my head, I pull on a black tank top and black leather pants. I've combed my hair and put on a bit of eyeliner to disguise my puffy eyes, and I'm slipping on my boots when Atticus steps out of the bathroom. No longer sporting a hard- on, he's washed his face and strands of his hair flop over his forehead.

He looks down at me, "There wasn't a towel in there, mind if I use this one?" he picks up the one I had discarded earlier.

"You sure you're ok with using a used towel?" I tease.

"Not when it's yours," he replies, wiping his face.

"Careful there, Alpha, one might mistake that you're flirting." I stand up as he places the towel down and picks up his shirt.

"Really? I didn't know speaking the truth could be classed as flirting."

He steps closer as he slips his shirt on and 1 realise this is it. We'll both just go back to being strangers.

"Where are you headed?" he asks.

"Ada's grave. Mind if I take some of these flowers for her?" I ask looking at the bouquet he had got me.

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"They're yours, do as you wish, I won't mind. However, I have in fact got some flowers for Ada downstairs too. I was hoping you would allow me to also visit her, but that's your choice. The flowers are in the hall regardless of your decision."

Aww, that's sweet.

"Really? You didn't need to... but thanks."

"It's not much," he replies, giving me a small smile.

I step closer to him for a moment, almost tempted to lean up and kiss him, but instead, I turn to the door. "Ready to go now, or do you need a moment?"

"I won't be long," he says brushing past me as he leaves the room.

I exhale deeply as I sit down, realising he's left his belt. Not going to deny I'm curious if he would know any good tricks with it... I mean, the way he removed it was so damn sexy.

There's a knock on the half-open door and I look up to see Zade and Valerie.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Valerie asks.

"I'm good," I reply.

"Glad to see you got your voice back. It's fucking annoying when you wouldn't speak," Zade remarks, making Valerie scoff.

"He's one to talk. He didn't speak for years." She frowns.

I smile at that. "Guess it's just a way to deal," I say, standing up and slipping my hands into my pockets.

Valerie smiles at me before she steps inside and hugs me tightly. She doesn't say anything, and I appreciate it.

"Where are you going?" Zade asks.

"Just to Ada's grave," I say.

"Cool, you don't want to have a menorial or anything for her?" he asks quietly.

I remain quiet, unsure. "I think we should," Valerie cuts in. "I think we'd all want to know more about her. Maybe you could share some stories. She was as much part of this pack as any of us."

Yeah... she would have been so happy to have a pack to call her own.

I glance at them and nod. "Sure, maybe something super small."

The smell of cologne makes us all turn to glance down the hall. He's pretty quiet. I didn't hear him approaching. "Hey

Atticus," Valerie says, smiling at the man who is dressed in some black pants and a white collarless shirt.

He's got his hair all slicked back once again. The man who means business....

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Almost as if last night wasn't real.

It wasn't though, really. We are worlds apart and he doesn't belong in mine.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.