Chapter 134 – The Luna Trials Novel by Marissa Gilbert

Filed To Story: The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

He had mind-linked Lachlan and Aspen, to let them know what happened and knew help would be here soon. However, he was not going to wait for it. There was only one thing on his mind now, only one person-Savannah

It was absolutely impossible, and Savvy knew that. The smirk on Bjorn’s face indicated he understood the level of the effect his scent was producing on her.

Cedarwood with a hint of mint Zack’s scent was hard to forget as it haunted her day and night. She loathed it to the point she stopped drinking her favorite mint tea and changed her toothpaste to a berry-flavored one. Each time it reminded her of her mate, who betrayed her and was ready to K*ll her if he had to.

Nonetheless, a part of her still responded to that damn scent. The scent that was now slowly coating her. There was something else in it, something different, and she couldn’t tell at once, but slowly, a note of chestnut was added to it. It was hard to notice at first, but it slowly replaced the cedar. Bjorn took it as a sign and bent down to reach, to touch her lips with his. Savannah flinched away, startled even more than before.

“What are you,” she hesitated, “doing?” she asked, her brows knitted together. “Pardon me,” the werebear chuckled softly but didn’t move away. “I thought you were ready …

His gaze told her what he thought. Wishful to the point of being hungry, but also playful. As if he was toying with her.

“Ready?” she arched her brow and tried to push him away, but he remained in his place. “May I ask, ready for what?”

“You’ll know when you feel it,” he teased, his light silver hair shining in the moonlight. Athena was on high alert when he was around.

“Is this the important conversation you almost K*lled me for?” She decided to go back to the point.

“You came here to marry the King of The North, and I am ready to a*s*sist you with that.”

She first thought that he was joking, but their eyes met, and not a muscle twitched on his face.

“Hmm. That’s one interesting offer considering that you hai/e to attack Kai to simply speak to me.” Savannah decided to play d*um*b. She knew too well what he meant, or at least she thought she knew. But this was getting ridiculous.

“I think you know I am not talking about him ” Bjorn smirked and pressed her tighter against himself. “Trust me, Princess, his days on the throne are numbered.”

“Is that so?” She tried to distance herself from him, but it was proving to be complicated without applying f0rce. Remembering how easily he overpowered her the last time, she didn’t want to take any chances until she knew more.

“You don’t believe me yet,” he interjected, his eye glowed red as she tensed. However, the bear lowered himself to her ear and whispered, “That’s fine. I wasn’t counting on it during my first attempt. You will watch him lose one thing after another before your very eyes, and you then will believe me.” Savvy gulped. That werebear sounded confident. Too confident to ignore.

“In the meantime, I will court you,” he announced, and she felt slightly uncomfortable. Just what did that mean?

“Sounds … promising,” she mumbled, and he moved a strand of hair off her forehead.

“Understand that we need to get to know each other better before you can say yes to me, but I am a patient man.” His straightforwardness was scaring her. Just why was he so confident?

 “I am making no promises,” she said bluntly, Darius Bjorn was giving her bad vibes, and she was unaware of what to do with this turn of events.

“I am not asking you to. I am making my move and letting you know about it, Savannah.” He cupped her chin and tilted it slightly toward him. “I will be sending you gifts. You will know when they arrive. You can stop bothering with the Trials. Trust me, you don’t need them.”

“Forgive me for not dropping my own agenda because a man I have only met twice says so.” She rolled her eyes, unclear on how else c she should react. It was yet another male who thought he knew better than she did on what she needed. She wasn’t interested in those. Not to mention his whole att*itude and background were questionable, to say the least.

“Savannah, I understand,” he told her. “I know that you’ve been hurt before and …”

He made a pause to enjoy her wide eyes. Many people in the West knew about her story, but it was unlikely for it to spread in the North, yet what Bjorn was implying couldn’t be read any differently. He obviously knew about her and Zack, which partially explained the scent he emitted.

“I will learn how to deal with you over time, and you will learn to trust me.” A promise which strangely seemed like a threat to her. “Just wait for my gifts, and you’ll see…”

Suddenly, he abruptly looked to his right and then back at her, sighing. “I am afraid I have to go now, Savannah. I am not saying goodbye. Remember, I am the one who can give you what you came to the North for. Not him.”

“Listen,” she interrupted him, but he placed a finger to her lips.

“No time now,” Bjorn shook his head. “If you want to speak to me, place a lantern on your window when you go to sleep.”.

She wanted to tell him that it was extremely unlikely she’d be calling him when she was going to sleep, but they got distracted. They both heard the sounds of four large paws landing nearby. Savannah knew it was Kai before she smelled his scent and a feeling of relief made her exhale happily. She turned to look at Bjorn, but the white werebear was already gone.

*Sawy!” The lycan king was running in her direction, absolutely n@ked and covered in blood. It didn’t bother him, but her cheeks flushed before he could reach her..

“Kai!” She tried to warn him about his nudity with her sharp tone, but he ignored her completely, locking her in his arms and giving her the tightest of hugs. It felt divine. Even she had to admit to that. His head was buried in the crook of her neck, and he inhaled sharply.

Suddenly, his whole body stiffened. “Who did this to you?” Kai growled.

“I am not asking you to. I am making my move and letting you know about it, Savannah.” He cupped her chin and tilted it slightly toward him. “I will be sending you gifts. You will know when they arrive. You can stop bothering with the Trials.

Trust me, you don’t need them.”

“Forgive me for not dropping my own agenda because a man I have only met twice says so.” She rolled her eyes, unclear on how else c she should react. It was yet another male who thought he knew better than she did on what she needed.

She wasn’t interested in those. Not to mention his whole att*itude and background were questionable, to say the least.

“Savannah, I understand,” he told her. “I know that you’ve been hurt before and …”

He made a pause to enjoy her wide eyes. Many people in the West knew about her story, but it was unlikely for it to spread in the North, yet what Bjorn was implying couldn’t be read any differently. He obviously knew about her and Zack, which partially explained the scent he emitted.

“I will learn how to deal with you over time, and you will learn to trust me.” A promise which strangely seemed like a threat to her. “Just wait for my gifts, and you’ll see…”

Suddenly, he abruptly looked to his right and then back at her, sighing. “I am afraid I have to go now, Savannah. I am not saying goodbye. Remember, I am the one who can give you what you came to the North for. Not him.”

“Listen,” she interrupted him, but he placed a finger to her lips.

“No time now,” Bjorn shook his head. “If you want to speak to me, place a lantern on your window when you go to sleep.”

She wanted to tell him that it was extremely unlikely she’d be calling him when she was going to sleep, but they got distracted. They both heard the sounds of four large paws landing nearby. Savannah knew it was Kai before she smelled his scent and a feeling of relief made her exhale happily. She turned to look at Bjorn, but the white werebear was already gone..

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