Unclaimed Luna’s Desire
Chapter 39 Paul's Confession

Ellie's POV:

When I woke up again, all the bindings on my body were gone, and I didn't feel any discomfort anywhere.

I rolled up my sleeves and saw that the redness on my wrists from the ropes had been covered with a thin layer of ointment. Every wound on my body had been carefully treated.

I had no idea who did this. But I was pretty sure it wasn't Paul.

Paul must be tired of dealing with me. The Paul from last night was the real him-ambitious, cold, and powerful, not the gentle, joking guy I remembered.

Paul probably saw me as just another worthless gift, an object, not something to be cherished. There were countless people waiting to give him the next thing that would make him happy. 'Will Paul tell his buddy, Aelros? Will Aelros know what happened to me?' I wondered.

My nails dug deep into my palm, and blood even oozed out. I was so worried, my heart pounding.

I needed to beg Paul for mercy as soon as I saw him.

I really didn't want things to get worse between the three of us-me, Paul, and Aelros.

As I forced myself to calm down, I noticed a subtle change in my body.

I was too distracted before to notice.

Now, I realized my strength had actually increased, and my hearing and vision had improved. I could even hear the sound of water in the bathroom next door.

A thought crossed my mind, 'Could having sex with Paul also enhance my abilities? Not just Aelros, but Paul too.'

This realization slightly lifted my spirits, though not by much. At least last night wasn't completely fruitless.

I distinctly heard the water in the bathroom next door stop, and heavy footsteps approaching my room.

Instinctively, I wrapped myself in the blanket, eyes fixed on the closed door, still afraid of last night's Paul. Paul appeared, fresh out of the shower, with only a towel wrapped around him.

I rudely stared at his perfect physique, forgetting to look away.

Paul looked strong, with well-defined and enticing muscles. Water droplets, not yet dried, slid down his chest into the towel, out of sight.

I felt guilty for having such good eyesight, being able to see the clear veins on Paul's lower abdomen.

This was a stark contrast to the Paul who always wore suits in our daily interactions.

"Ellie, are you awake?" Paul returned to his usual gentle self, walking over to me and giving me a good morning kiss. "Are you staring at me? Or my body?" I didn't expect my peeping to be discovered. I was so rude. I shyly nodded.

'He's probably going to punish me again, like last night,' I thought.

Thinking this, I instinctively shrank my neck and closed my eyes.

"It's the best gift today that you're attracted to me, but just looking won't be enough. I've prepared breakfast for you. Would you like some?" Paul joked.

The intimidating pressure I expected didn't come. Instead, Paul was unusually gentle, almost like the kind, gentle man I knew.

This was something I never experienced at Aelros's place, being gently asked for my opinion, being given emotional value.

After every time with Aelros, he would leave me alone in the cold house when I woke up. I'd gotten used to it.

So when Paul appeared in front of me this morning, I was somewhat shocked. Even though I heard the water next door, I couldn't believe it was Paul.

Paul wasn't wearing a shirt, and the marks from my struggles last night were still visible on his clearly defined abs.

I only glanced for a moment before quickly turning my head away.

Last night was absurd, too intense. I dared not even think about it.

"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?" Paul sat by the bed, reaching out to touch my forehead, saying apologetically, "I went too far last night. You're too delicious, and I couldn't resist."

I shook my head. "It's okay. I know it was all a misunderstanding."

This morning, I opened the window as soon as I woke up, and now the scent of the werewolf aphrodisiac in the air was gradually dissipating.

I didn't blame Paul. He was also forced into heat because of the aphrodisiac. We were both victims.

"It's not a misunderstanding." Paul squatted down, holding my hands, looking into my eyes seriously. "I've liked you for a long time. Last night, I hurt you because I couldn't control myself, but I wasn't forced." I was stunned by Paul's sudden confession, frozen in place.

I thought, 'Paul likes me? He must have noticed my nervousness and is joking. How could anyone like me, a regular person without a wolf, and even with an average appearance?'

It felt like I just won a million-dollar jackpot.

I incredulously repeated, "You like me?"

"Yes." Paul nodded earnestly.

I never thought someone would like me, and while I felt fulfilled, I didn't intend to accept Paul's confession because I already liked someone else.

Even though I knew it would make Paul angry, I didn't want to lie to him.

"Sorry, Paul." I pulled my hand away from Paul's and said, "I already like Aelros."

I remembered Paul's warning from last night, not to mention Aelros or any other man's name, but I couldn't help it.

I couldn't have an unclear relationship with Paul while liking Aelros.

I was prepared to face Paul's anger, but he didn't get angry, not even a change in expression.

Paul was different when he was in bed and out of bed. Out of bed, he cared about my feelings, didn't make things difficult for me, and could even be considered gentle and considerate. Although I didn't want anyone to know about my feelings for Aelros, Paul was different and I trusted him.

"It's okay, Ellie. I just wanted to express my feelings to you. Sorry for putting you in a tough spot." Paul paused, then continued, "Can I pursue you, beautiful lady?"

Paul asking for my opinion was something I never experienced with Aelros, a first-time experience.

Paul could easily force me to follow him. I was so weak and I believed if Paul were to use force on me, I wouldn't be able to resist and would have to comply.

But Paul didn't. He respected me.

This realization left me unable to refuse him.

So I nodded.

Paul asked, "Are you feeling unwell anywhere now? I think I should apply some ointment to your wounds."

I replied, "It's okay. I'm not in pain anymore."

"But it breaks my heart, Ellie." Paul blinked at me.

I found it hard to resist Paul in such moments and could only agree, "Before that, I'd like to take a shower."

"Of course, sweetheart." Paul stepped back, giving me space to get out of bed.

But as soon as my legs touched the ground, they felt numb, and I lost control, falling forward.

Last night was too much, and my legs were already tired.

Paul quickly picked me up and held me in his arms, preventing me from falling.

"Thank you," I said.

In the Pack, no one liked a helpless waste.

By saying this to Paul, I practically admitted that I was useless. I felt very embarrassed, my face burning, afraid that he might despise me for it.

"You're too weak. Let me carry you to the shower." Paul didn't look down on me, and even suggested taking care of me, which surprised me.

If it were Aelros, he would have coldly told me to exercise more and left it at that.

Paul was a gentleman. When I showered, he stood behind the curtain like a gentleman, handing me what I needed but not looking at my naked body. I trusted him.

Being taken care of so considerately made me happy.