Claimed By The Dangerous Alpha King: Betrayed Luna Novel by Gorgeous Aliyah

I woke up the next morning terling a sense of unease heavy in my chest, a knot of regret forming in my stomach, It was like the feeling that came after drinking more than you could l

You know that it’s bad, you know you need in stop, you’re sin need to except the most important thing, which is how to stop.

that you are going to regret it, in fact you know all that you

“How do Estop? How do I stop feeling so good? How do I rid myself of this feeling so I can come to my **g senses i had asked myself last night while riding Aston’s d**k but I obviously didn’t get an answer seeing how I came shamelessly oves his d***k while panting like a fool,

The memories of last night before flooded my mind, each touch each kiss, each shuddering moment of pleasure causing my skin to heat with shame. Every o***m ilat I had last night, every one that I gave him in return so happily made me want to scream and pull out all my hair.

The last time this happened, it was unexpected and I could have sworn we were just carried away by the thrill but what did I have to say for myself now? How would I explain sleeping with a second time.

1 had promised myself that I wouldn’t give in to Aston’s advances again, that I wouldn’t allow myself to be swept away by the intoxicating pull of his dominance, but I had failed. I was ashamed of myself for not being able to resist a d***k. I could blame it on being locked up and sex starved but what about the issue of my dignity? Because it was certain that I had lost

that

Even all the other s***s had more dignity than I did. They could boast of not having been slept with by the man that imprisoned them and enjoying it but that was only because they had not slept with Aston.

Thated to admit it but Aston was good in bed. Significantly better than all the men I had been with. Aston was in a league of his own and being his mate did not help me atall because even if I wanted to hate him with all my heart the way that I should, these s**id feelings won’t let me. I was drawn to him, not of my own will but the will of the f**g goddess that got me into all this mess in the first place.

With a heavy sigh, I climbed out of the bed, carefully avoiding the spot where Aston had slept. At least it was better than last

time or was it?

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I didn’t know which I preferred. Being chased out of the room or being abandoned in it. I didn’t know when he got up or how repulsed he probably was seeing me sprawled out on his bed naked. He probably felt disgusted, that’s why he left. Different thoughts crossed my mind and none of them were positive. Not even in my imaginations did I think that Aston could ever be with me. I knew where I stood with him so how was it that I continued to spread my legs for him. What kind of curse was placed on me for crying out loud.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dressed and determined to never let this repeat itself, I steeled myself for the day ahead because I knew too well that it going to be a long day.

I needed to put the events of last night behind me and focus on my task: escaping this place and returning to the life I once knew. My mind was made up, my resolve firm. (Firmer than last night I hoped.)

As I turned to leave my room, I nearly collided with Mara, her eyes narrowed in suspicion.

?” She asked and I didn’t need to be

“Kira,” she said, her voice heavy with accusation. “What were you doing in Aston’s room?” told that my day was about to get a lot longer than I thought.

My heart raced, my palms growing slick with sweat. The thought of this happening had always given me sleepless nights and now that it was about to happen, I was scared I was going to get a heart attack.

My mind raced as I tried to come up with a plausible explanation. Anything that would save me from the kind of embarrassment that Mara was going to unleash on me.

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was just cleaning his room,” 1 stammered, my voice betraying my nerves. “Aston asked me to

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hands and your dishevelled hair. This place

~4-1 put them away already,” 1 leil, nw heart pounding in my

“Aston dormn’t like clutter:

Yoube lying. Mara hissed, taking a step towards me

“Mar” I said, my voice shaking with desperation. “Tm not lying Why would I liel

Because you’ve f**g him,” she accused, het voice raised in allger. “You’re just another one of his conquests, aren’t you?“.

“Not Loried uw Dice Blushing with indignation. “Tant not! Th he just asked me to clean his room, that’s all!” I felt ser **g desperate and guilty as hell.

Mai Mara wasn’t buying it. She shook her head, her eyes filled will setarti.

“You’re lying. Mira.

||”You’re lying,” she repeated, her voice hand and cold. “And Fin going to tell Aston/”

Pants gripped me, my breath quickening as Mara turned to storm off. I couldn’t let her tell Aston. The embarrassment would be too much to bear. It would almost kill me. Aston wouldn’t be too pleased either if this came out. He would never let me live it down.

“Wan!” I called out, my voice frantic. “Mara, please. You don’t understand…Its not what you think. I would never do such a thing.” I said lying through my teeth

She paused, turning to face me once more. “What don’t I understand, Kira? That you’re nothing but a two-faced liar?

“No I pleaded, my voice shaking with fear, “You don’t understand, there’s no need to tell Aston anything.”

Mara’s expression hardened, a cruel smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Oh, I’m counting on it. I deserve to know the truth, and you deserve whatever he gives you. Maybe next time he’ll make sure you won’t be able to lie to me anymore.”

My blood ran cold at her words, a chill creeping up my spine.

As Mara continued to berate me, my mind raced for a way to solve the situation. Suddenly, we both heard a voice behind us, cutting through the tension like a knife.

“What’s going on here?”

1

spun

around, my heart leaping into my throat as I saw Aston standing there, a look of curiosity on his face. Mara turned as well, her expression hardening as she saw him.

“Aston, Mara said, her voice cold and calculating. “I was just speaking with Kira here

“Oh?” Aston replied, his gaze drifting between us, an eyebrow arched in curiosity. “And what were you two discussing?”

Mara’s eyes narrowed, and I could see the wheels turning g in her mind as she decided how to respond. “Leaught Kira in your room,” she said, her voice accusatory. “I was telling her how disappointed you would be.”

Aston turned his attention to me, his face unreadable. “Is that right, Kim?”

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. “N-No, it’s not. I was only in your room to fetch something for must have misunderstood.”

were you fetching, Kira?”

you Mara

Aston considered this for a moment, his eyes flicking between me and Mara. “And what were

I hesitated, my mind scrambling for an answer. “A-A book, Aston I stammered. “You said you wanted to read it tonight.”

Aston crossed his sung

nyes never leaving my face. “Abook)”

“Yes,” I replied, my voter barely above a whisper.

Mark scoffed, disbelief evident in her tone. I couldn’t blame her, my He was pathetic, I wouldn’t believe it if I were her either.

“A book? You expect him to believe that?”

Aston’s gaze shifted to Mara, his expression turning cold. “That enough, Mara. I don’t need you to tell me what to believe.”

Mara’s face reddened, her mouth opening and closing as she struggled to find a retort. But before she could, Aston turned back to me..

“Kira,” he said, his voice hard and commanding. “Go to your room.

With a trembling hand, I wiped the tears from my face, trying to keep my composure as I turned and fled down the hall towards.

Is my room. My footsteps echoed on the wooden floor as hurried away from the confrontation, my heart racing and my mind whirling.

As soon as I got to my room, I shut the door behind me, leaning back against it as the sobs I’d been holding back finally broke free. My hands trembled as I pressed them to my face, trying to m***e the sounds of my sobs.

1 felt like a fool, caught in a web of my own making.