Bound By Moonlight to My Mates (by Sofange Daye) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Theo

Tala tastes what heaven must feel like. Her body pressed against mine stirs something in my soul that I had thought was lost. My wolf, bound by invisible chains, begins to break free, one link at a time. But the darkness that consumes me now pushes him back, reminding him of his place. I whimper against her lips, the internal struggle threatening to tear me apart.

Someone calls out her name, but I don’t care, not until she pulls herself away from the kiss, and stares in mortification down the alley. Her knight, in shining armor nonetheless, grips his sword, ready to kill me for touching a Daughter of the Moon.

I smirk at his anger, not caring. After what we shared together just now, there is no way she will return to the temple. She belongs to me. He moves forward with deliberate steps, and I know I can’t let him reach her.

“Conan,” she breathes his name, and the fear in her voice only heightens my anger. “This isn’t…”

She can’t finish her sentence knowing she has been caught. Her breaths come in short bursts, panic flowing through the bond between us. I reach for her hand, but she shifts away from me, closer to the fucking knight.

I plant myself between Tala and the armored brute who dares to reach for her, my chest heaving with a fury I can’t disguise. The knight, Conan, moves with an air of ownership, as though she belongs to him. He doesn’t look at her like a knight protecting his ward. No, this is a man in love with the woman he has sworn to protect.

“Step aside,” Conan orders, his voice tight with the authority he thinks he holds. His hand hovers at the hilt of his blade.

I bare my teeth in a smile that has no warmth. “Funny. I thought knights were sworn to protect, not to cage. Tell me, does your vow burn as hot as the jealousy in your eyes?”

He tries to ignore me, but my words have only stoked his rage. “I said, step aside.”

I laugh, not caring about his hand now wrapped around the hilt of his sword. “Over my dead body.”

Conan snarls. “That can be arranged.”

Tala gasps, covering her mouth with her hand. “Theo, don’t…” But the rest of her words are lost in my rage. can no longer hear her pleas.

I

His jaw flexes, the twitch of a man who doesn’t like his sins named aloud. The silence that follows is telling. I know the truth now, his devotion is tainted, not pure. His longing for her clouds every oath he’s ever made. He is willing to spill my blood, but for all the wrong reasons.

Tala shifts behind me, her fingers brushing my arm as though she wants to stop me from fanning this flame. But I won’t. I would drag his envy into the light again and again if it means she sees what kind of man guards her so fiercely.

“Tala,” he growls her name. “I won’t tell your mother of this… mistake. Come. We must return before you are missed.”

The darkness in my veins rises at the word mistake, and I bare my teeth in his direction. I square my shoulders, stepping more in front of what is rightly mine.

“I won’t let you take her,” I say, low, steady, final.

The knight’s nostrils flare. “She is not yours to claim.”

My laugh is bitter. “Not mine? She’s mine in every way that matters. You feel it, don’t you? That’s why you can’t stand the sight of me breathing the same air as her. Because you know she is drawn to me, more than she ever was to you. She is my mate.”

Conan stiffens. His knuckles whiten around his weapon, but he doesn’t draw. He can’t, not with her watching. He lifts his nose to the air, seeking out my scent, and then a laugh barks from his lips. “You are cursed. You will never be worthy of any she–wolf, and definitely never worthy of Tala.”

I scoff loudly. “Is that why my tongue was just down her throat?”

I can feel Tala’s heartbeat quicken against me, the war within her pulling her in both directions. For one glorious moment, I think she’ll choose me. That she’ll silence the world and step fully into the fire we’ve already sparked.

But instead, she shoves me. Hard.

The force isn’t much, but it’s enough to stagger me a step aside. Enough to create space for her knight. Without a word, she sweeps past me, the white hem of her gown whispering against the grass. She lowers her veil back over her face and steps to his side. Her shoulders are rigid and her chin is lifted. Her refusal to look back is like a blade lodged deep in my chest, twisting against my heart, making me bleed.

She doesn’t spare me a single glance.

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