Chapter 77 – The Perfect Luna by Marissa Gilbert

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“How? You had to have a sample,” Ria tried to reason with him, trying to find an explanation.

“I’ve been studying shifters’scents for many years,” he started explaining.” You see, in most cases, mates’ scents are connected biologically. This is how we recognise our couple. Mates are so closely connected that over time I managed to see a pattern. By testing and probing, I managed to find out what scent would attract a person if I had his or her DNA. It’s not a 100% match, of course. One would recognise their true mate. If he meets him or her. But as far as you know, your husband never did. I don’t even know if he could recognise his mate prior to your rejection. You know how marking works.”

“I do,” she smirked and took her hair away, moving the dress slightly aside to reveal her beautiful golden crescent mark.

Castiel growled at that, his eyes glued to her flesh. It would be an understatement to say that he did not like what he saw. But at the same time, he was fascinated by the gold shining on her delicate skin.

“An unbreakable bond,” she rubbed it into his face, pulling the dress back on to

“We’ll have to test that theory out,” he stepped closer, “when I kill Gideon.”

“You could try,” she chuckled, “but there is a reason why you tried to break werewolves first. You can’t deal with him without that. And now that part of your plan is gone.”

“My plan doesn’t solemnly depend on that. And part of it still worked. The biggest pack was broken into two parts. And the Alpha of one of them is mine now.” His eye glowed again as he was dangerously close.

“Why is only one of your eyes glowing?” she decided to distract him and it worked as he turned away from her at once.

“That’s a long story,” he sighed.

“As you have told me before, we are in no hurry,” Ria took that chance to distance herself further from him and pretended to look at the equipment he had there.

“I wandered into the wrong place and encountered the wrong person when I was young,” he said at first, but after hesitating for a few moments, added in a hoarse voice. “My father… It was my father.”

Riannon’s lips parted but she quickly clenched them back. “Why?” she heard herself saying.

“I wasn’t exactly the son he wanted,” Castiel confessed, still not looking at her.

“Not the pure blood that he wanted to see as his heir…”

“What do you mean?” she felt that this was important too.

“I am a hybrid,” he turned to face her abruptly and in no time he was right next to her again. “My father stole my mother from the bear clan. She was already married, but he did not care.”

“But you were still angry at Gideon’s father for killing yours,” Ria pointed out, crossing her hands on her chest in a defence motion. She did not like the way he stared at her. As if he was hungry.

“Of course I was,” he sneered at her, tracing his finger over one of her arms and making her shudder. “First of all, it was a matter of honour. But second of all, it was

“How?” she tried not to give him any reaction, knowing that this was exactly what he was looking for.

“Too many questions for someone who didn’t share anything yet,” he bent lower to her, his face way too close to her liking. “Let’s just say that my path to becoming a king would be shorter.”

She tried to step away, but he trapped her between one of the tables and his hands.

“So, how did you know about Everett?” a smirk spread over his face as he looked at her lips.

“Axel didn’t suit you.” Riannon tried to stay calm.

“I thought that we agreed to share information,” he took it as a game, “not lie to each other.”

“You have your sources and I have mine, Castiel,” she dived down and managed to escape him, hearing his laughter behind her back.

“Cass,” he said. “I want you to call me Cass.”

“And I want you to call me Alpha Michaels,” she retorted, “but something tells me you are not going to do that.”

“Who knows,” he took another step in her direction, and she liked it less and less,

“It has a good ring to it.”

“Do you want me to kill him?” Onyx asked, growling inside. “Can you?” she couldn’t help but wonder.

“I think we can take one hybrid,” now her wolf sounded offended, but ready to spring to action any time.

“I have no doubt,” Ria sighed, “but it will not stop the war. And now it might only complicate things. I need more information before we act.”

“Who works in this lab?” she decided to throw the fox king off the topic.

“This is my little heaven,” he said with pride. “And a little hobby of mine that brought me so many fruitful results.”

one of the tables to make sure there was something between them.

“You mean Eden,” Castiel chuckled. “Yes, I suppose one might say so.”

“And what’s the plan there?” she quirked her brow up. “When do I get a red dress?”

He watched her for a few seconds while furrowing her browsbefore answering,

“Never. The day you become mine, I let them all go.”

This wasn’t what she counted on. She wanted to use the harem against him. And here he was dismissing its significance instantly.

But she knew far too well that it was yet another tactic to manipulate her.

“What was the point of keeping them there in the first place if you are going to discard them now?”

“Believe it or not, Alpha Michaels ,” he smirked when he said that, “But they were useful in many ways. Each of them is there willingly. It was their choice. And I treasure each of them in my own way.”

“And is that why you are starving them tonight?” she reminded him of the simple fact that he prohibited giving them dinner that day.

“I am punishing them for misbehaving.” Castiel informed her firmly and without any shade of hesitation or regret. “They touched what’s mine.”

“I am not yours!” she gritted her teeth.

“Of course, you are. Everything in this house is mine. They knew you were mine the moment they saw you. But they still chose to attack you.” He scowled.

“Maybe they can sense that they are about to be thrown out on the street?”

Riannon snorted.

“I am not going to throw them out on the street!” he let out a deep chesty laugh. “I trained them for years for a reason!”

“As you did with Roxanne?” it suddenly occurred to her. He was going to use those women as his pawns. Send them to different packs, plant them as spies, put them in other men’s beds.

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