Their Desired Luna

Jonah

Two weeks later

Argh, what the fuck? What in the actual hell am I supposed to do to get a whole

fucking night’s sleep around here?

The decision to suffocate the little sod couldn’t be taken lightly, under any

circumstances. However, only this time, I am pretty sure suffocation is the only way I can get some rest, some alone time, and an actual full night of sleep. No fucking interruptions or whining about anything. Just sleep, blissful, calm and wonderful sleep. Just the thought of a good night's sleep is turning me on, which I have never experienced before. Who would have thought I could get hard on over the thought of restful sleep?

“Sleep is the new wet dream,” Jax mutters.

A rather annoyed growl slips from my lips as I gather enough strength to roll onto my side. I close my eyes and try to force my mind to listen to my voice as I whisper the fucking never-ending mantra. “Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out,” I whisper it for another three times and groan.

I bring my hand to my face and barely restrain from facepalming myself. Instead, I pinch the bridge of my nose and swallow the growl that is already forming in my chest. “Nope, I still want to fucking suffocate him,” I mumble, completely defeated. I am so fucking annoyed that I flip off the tent ceiling.

Why, oh why, did Kat have to make me his partner? I don’t understand, all my life, I have thought she loved me like her family, but apparently, there is some hidden hatred if she thought this is a good idea. God fucking damn it, this has to be a punishment for whatever sins I have committed against her. Nice, now even my mind is losing any freaking sense - that’s for the lack of sleep.

I can nearly feel the frustration radiate off me as I glare at the sleep thief. Every night, every goddamn night, he keeps stealing my dreams away. I swear, he is doing it on purpose.

At the beginning, maybe not. Perhaps then, it happened here and there by accident, but I believe since he knows how easily he can get under my skin - now, he’s doing this on purpose. Bitch.

“Don’t do it,” Jax growls in warning just as I sit up and grab the pillow. By the time I reach his bed, I am already clutching the pillow and I hold it over Eziah’s face. My

wolf’s warning sounds like nothing but a distant memory, floating through the darkest tunnels of my mind.

Don’t do this. Don’t do that. But, mom, I really want to! I really, really fucking want to smother the little shit!

Jax refuses to step back. He goes as far as trying to nudge to the surface, well aware that he can take over control with ease since I’m too tired to remember how to breathe properly, let alone stand against