Page 77 of Luna
My eyes narrow on the man at the end of the bed, who has a gun trained on my mate.
I’m not even sure which mate it is, nor do I care.
Tucking my gun into the back of my pants, I launch myself across the room and wrap my arm around the man’s neck as I force the arm holding the gun down.
He doesn’t fight me as Mack rips the gun out of his hand, training it on the man in my hold.
“Wake the fuck up,” I bark as Mack flips on a light.
The three in bed jerk up, their eyes finding us and the stranger.
I attempt to scent him, but he’s clearly using blockers. Based on his size alone, I’m guessing he’s an alpha, but I can’t say for sure since one of my omegas is built like an alpha.
Because I’m behind him, I can’t even get a good look at him. Not that it matters.
He pointed a gun at my mates, so he’s a dead man walking.
“Who the hell are you and why were you pointing a gun at my mates?” I growl, tightening my hold on the man.
“Mack? Why are you holding a gun?” Prescott asks as he and Knight lean in front of Luna.
I scoff. “Because this asshole was pointing it at one of you.”
Luna peeks between Knight and Prescott, her eyes going wide and her breath rapid. “Christian?”
What. The. Fuck.
Luna struggles to get around the other two in bed with her, but they easily pin her in place. “Let go of me! Ven, you’re going to kill him!”
“Good,” I grunt, once again tightening my hold on him.
Maybe I should just snap his neck.
“Ven.” Mack’s voice is quiet as he draws my attention. “Don’t kill him. We need to know why he’s here.”
“Do we really?”
Mack rolls his eyes. “We do. Also, you’re upsetting our omega.”
My eyes find Knight, but he looks fine, so I shift my eyes to Luna. She’s definitely freaking the fuck out.
Ugh.
“Vengeance,” Mack growls when I don’t let go. In fact, I squeeze a little harder. “Haru!”
“Fine.” I release my hold, and the man falls to his knees.
Somehow, Luna breaks free of Knight’s hold as she scrambled to the end of the bed, where she hesitates. “Christian?”
“Who are you?” he croaks. “How do you know who I am?”
His eyes stay locked on Luna even when Mack and I move to stand on either side of the bed to stare down at him.
He’s an attractive guy, I’ll give him that—even with the scar and slight indentation in his forehead from the gunshot wound.
“You don’t recognize me?” I don’t need to glance at Luna to know she’s crying as she stares at Christian. “You have no idea who I am?”
“No.” The single word is filled with anguish. “But I should, shouldn’t I?”
