Page 38 of His Fated Luna

"You look wonderful! Your legs look amazing!" Auntie Hilda gushed, reaching to fix a flyaway curl. "I’m just happy Alpha Aiden finally asked you out on a date!"

"It’s not a date," I muttered, dabbing at my lipstick.

My phone buzzed.Aiden was outside.He’d insisted on picking me up, and the only reason my father agreed to let me go was because Aiden would be there. Dad had been paranoid lately, convinced someone was following me. He’d even picked up a strange scent around my car a few times, but I figured it was just random college kids leaning against it. Still, I made him promise not to tell Aiden—he’d just worry, and I didn’t want him canceling tonight.

Shrugging on my leather jacket, I waved at Auntie Hilda before running outside. The moment I got into Aiden’s car, I turned to greet him—only to catch his dark eyes lingering on my cleavage before quickly darting away. Then hegloweredat me.

"What’s wrong?" I asked hesitantly. Did he hate halter tops just like he hated skirts?

"Nothing." His jaw tightened as he backed out of the driveway.

I knew that look. He was pissed. But why?

"So..." I tried to change the subject. "Where’s the party at?"

"At a frat house," he replied. "Things can get a little wild, so just stick with me, okay?"

I nodded, adrenaline rushing through my veins. I knew it was silly, but I’d been wanting to go to a real college party for so long. I wasn’t interested in getting wasted, but Ididwant to experience the epic parties our university was famous for.

As we walked toward the house, a slurred voice called out. "Oh, wow."

I turned to see a drunk girl, leaning heavily on her boyfriend. She looked vaguely familiar from campus.

"You guys make abeautifulcouple," she said, pointing at us.

"Oh, no, we’re not—" I started, but Aiden abruptly grabbed my hand and pulled me along.

"You know she’s not going to remember this tomorrow," he murmured in my ear. "She’s so drunk she’s probably going to black out soon."

His breath was hot against my skin, lips close enough to brush my ear. If I turned my head, our lips would be inches apart...

"Have you ever blacked out?" I asked.

"No," he said honestly, his voice still near my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I have a pretty high tolerance."

I stopped mid-walk, needing some space to steady my fluttering heart. He still had a firm grip on my arm.

Looking back, I caught sight of the girl leaning against her boyfriend, raising up on her toes to kiss his cheek. He smiled down at her, squeezing her butt playfully before helping her along as she talked about needing ramen when they got home. She went on to complain that he better not hog the blankets tonight. Something in my chestachedat the sight. The guy was sober, taking care of his drunk girlfriend. It was... sweet.

"That really is the worst thing," Aiden commented, following my gaze.

"What? Caring about someone?" I challenged him.

"No." He raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Babysitting a girl who clearly can’t handle her alcohol. I feel bad for her boyfriend."

"He’s beingchivalrous!" I argued.

Aiden rolled his eyes. "He’s going to be cleaning vomit off the carpet in an hour."

I should have expected that. Typical cynical man.

I yanked my arm from his grip and stomped the rest of the way to the frat house.How could he not see how sweet that was?

"What would you do if it was Lexia?" I asked as we neared the house. Music boomed through the walls, making me raise my voice.

Aiden shook his head. "Lexia can handle her alcohol." His smirk widened.

I tossed my head back in annoyance, curls tumbling down my back.