#Chapter 10 Playing Hard-to-Get

I tried to tear myself away from Noah, but his grip tightened. His face contorted in anger, and I felt a wave of fear rush through me. Surely, Noah would never hurt me—and definitely not in public—but then again, I did not know how he would react to me dishonoring him like this. I stared at Scott, silently begging for his help. He nodded at me, as though to assure me that he would not let anything happen to me. Then he stepped forward cautiously, slumped forward slightly to make himself look like less of a threat to an irate Noah. “Alpha Noah,” Scott said, raising his hands placatingly, “release Luna Hannah gently.” Noah did nothing for a minute. He breathed slowly in and out through his nostrils, like a bull face-to-face with a matador. Then—I suppose realizing that we were still in public—he let me go. I rushed to Scott’s side. It took all of my will to not cower like a submissive Luna, instead holding myself as tall as I could manage. I would not be that kind of person anymore.