Page 115 of His Fated Luna

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Tell you what?” I replied snidely, the coffee mug grating loudly against wood as I slid it away from me and relinquished my grasp on it. Finally, I turned my head to get a look at him.Was he really going to ask me why I didn’t tell him I liked him? Asshole!

He didn’t flinch under my glare. Instead he stared right back at me, his sorrowful deep blues meeting my livid gaze.

“About Ray…you saw him…you didn’t tell me…Jake even asked you if you wanted to come to me…you refused. You didn’t come to me for comfort.”

I gave a start to Aiden's question. Oh. He was asking about that. Out of all the things…why that?

“Well, you’ve seen the memory. You must know why,” I finally stated coolly.

“And the medicine? Lexia gave it to you. Why didn’t you tell me that?” Aiden walked over to sit across from me, visibly upset.

There was silence, punctured only by the scraping of wooden legs against the floor as Aiden took his seat.

I started when Aiden held up a Styrofoam cup of coffee for me. I could smell the cinnamon in it but didn’t take it, instead glaring at him.

“I thought you knew or that Lexia would have told you. And it wasn’t something I wanted to discuss with you anyway,” I replied coolly, pointedly reaching for my own untouched mug of coffee. I bit back a curse when more coffee splashed out of the cup.

Even though I was angry at him, I still wanted to jump him from across the table. Taking deep breaths, I focused on concentrating on the smell of coffee instead of his scent.

“I thought you were planning on asking me to use it,” Aiden confessed.

I nearly fell off my seat, totally blind-sided. I just barely managed to hold onto my unappealing coffee mug, keeping its contents from splattering everywhere.

“Why would I…? I would never! There’s no one…” I sputtered incoherently. Why the hell did Aiden think I would ask him to use it?

“I know that now,” Aiden said wryly. “It fell out of your bag and I thought...” He quickly reached into his pocket and took out the medicine. Then I watched as he opened the stopper and got up determinedly to pour it down the drain of the kitchen sink. “You’re not going to need that, Rose. Not ever.”

I slammed my coffee mug down on the table, sloshing it every which way. But I didn’t care.

“You don’t get to do this every time, Aiden ,” I began warningly.

“Do what?” His brows were furrowed in confusion.

“You don’t get to fuck up and then do something utterly endearing to make me forgive you,” I seethed. “You’ve done a lot of crappy things in the past and I’ve let them slide, but not this time.”

“Give me a chance to explain when you calm down,” Aiden reasoned. “If there’s one thing that was made all too clear to me last night, it’s that we don’t talk to each other enough about what we’re feeling. I want to change that.”

But I was angry, and I didn’t give him the satisfaction of his great reveal.

“I did some mind-reading of my own last night when you were shoplifting my memories. I was able to pick up on your emotions when you saw the memory of Jake and I kissing.” The words came out carefully as I peered at the drops of coffee on my father’s kitchen table. The dark coffee was blending into the dark grain of the wooden table, barely discernible. I’d sensed his possessiveness. It was downright frightening. And what was even scarier was that my wolf had lapped it up, enjoying him being territorial. And Aiden…he’d just break my heart eventually. Because girls like me never got the guy.

“Then you know, Rose. You know my feelings.” Aiden's voice was strained, urgent…hopeful.

Isat there stiffly, before slumping my shoulders. I looked like I’d lost a war. I actually had. Because if he’d truly cared for me, he would have confessed his feelings sooner.

“I just turned. You’re…confusing the feelings up. Possessiveness doesn't mean anything.” I looked at Aiden wearily. “It’s been a rough past few weeks, and…” I choked on the words, unable to finish. I took a deep breath before softly speaking, “I just think your feelings have more to do with our unique situation… coupled with your proximity to me after my turn. It's just your wolf's urge to control his luna coming out.”

Aiden stood there silently, my words sinking in.

“Rose, give me a chance to explain. These feelings started long before your first shift.”

I was angry, and I wasn’t about to let his confession soften my resolve. He’d messed up one too many times.

“Get. Out,” Ibit out. “Get out. I don’t want to see your face!”

My fingernails extended into claws. I’d fight him if I had to.