“You’ll get a copy for your records,” The man said, when my response was in his hand. He turning on his heel and left without waiting for dismissal.
I grabbed the letter from the desk and shoved it into a drawer.
“Who was that?” She asked, motioning to the back of the man already halfway down the hall.
“Just a message from Cresent Moon, nothing important.”
She tilted her head, “Okay, honey.” She didn’t believe me, but I knew she wouldn’t press, she knew that this was an Alpha’s job.
“Do you need help with anything else? Camilla says she has the conference parties covered.” My mom stiffened; I don’t think she liked giving the reigns up. “Daddy!” Theo came running in, and I let out a sigh; I did not have time for all this bullshit; I needed to process what happened and the potential future implications. “Camilla,” I called out.
Theo bumped into my mom, who looked down lovingly at him before he climbed onto my lap, knocking about papers, and grabbing at my pen.
“Camilla,” I yelled again.
The tapping of her heels told me she was near. Even though she looked put-together, I knew she was exasperated.
“Get your child out of here; I’m working,” Theo was grabbing at my shirt, and I had to pry his hands off me.
“Our child,” She crossed her arms.
“Whatever,” I placed him on the floor.
“I want to play,” He whined.
“I’m working; go with your mom now,”
“I can take him; you look exhausted, dear” My mom turned to Camilla.
Camilla gave her a tight smile.
They got along so well in the beginning, they always had, especially during her pregnancy. Recently, there has been a bit of a strain. Camilla wanted our space, and my mom was reluctant to give up all of her Luna duties, even though she gave up her title almost five years ago.
I didn’t know what she wanted, and I don’t think she did either. She complained that Willa didn’t like party planning and she had to pick up the slack, and now she complained that Camilla didn’t want her help or opinions.
“I got it,” Camilla reached out to Theo, who was tugging on my mom’s dress.
He was constantly going, and I just wanted him to sit the fuck down for one d.amn minute. We couldn’t have him at pack dinners or anything remotely formal. He was permitted to make an appearance and then had to leave; he embarrassed me too often and I blamed Camilla for her lax parenting.
“Are you sure?” My mom looked down at Theo, patting his hair.
“Fine, you take him; I have things to do,” Camilla huffed, turning on her heel.
My mom rolled her eyes and gave me a sympathetic smile.
“Please take him out,” I said a bit too harshly, rubbing my temples.
I sometimes wondered how different it would have been if Willa was still my mate. She did whatever I asked of her, and would have cared for our children better, probably devoted her life to it. She never cared for keeping up appearances, which would have made her a better mother but a worse Luna.
I don’t think Camilla even liked being a mother after the attention shifted from her to the baby once he was born. It didn’t matter, though, it really didn’t, but I couldn’t help but compare them still in my mind. s*x with Camilla was mind-blowing, but I missed the sparks and warmth from the mate bond that were never as intense with a chosen mate.
I wondered if s*x with Willa would still feel like that. I missed how her incredible green eyes widened when I first entered her, how silky her midnight hair felt tangled in my hands, how innocent she was when I first claimed her and showed her what pleasure was, and more importantly, how to please me.
She learned fast and was eager for me; she craved my touch in a way no one else had. F.uck, I could feel myself hardening against my pants. I went to lock the door and put up a mental block.
I would make sure that there was no way in hell that her son would come back and try to claim my pack, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t get off to the memory of her.
I took myself in my hand and thought of her soft skin under my palms, how the curve of her perfectly plump a*s felt, the way she writhed under me when I was on top of her.
I could see her perfectly; I had her body memorized, even now. I thought of her full breasts rising with her shallow breath after an o.rgasm, how her green eyes watered when I forced myself into her pouty mouth. “Nolan,” Camilla banged on my office door, “Why is this locked?”
“Go the f**k away,” I growled.
(Willa)
become a regular thing or not.
I couldn’t help but pace, I felt like one of those cartoon characters that lit up the screen in the background. Emmett didn’t have much experience with TV but he was obsessed. I was too nervous about unpacking that or even forming a thought on if I wanted that to “I wish I could distract you,” Caspien wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back from my pacing.
I settled into him and let his scent wash over me. It helped for a second until I remembered why I was stressed out. A moment later, I wiggled out of his arms.
“I would tell you not to run a line in my floor, but I really could care less about it.” He frowned at the floor a playful smile crossing his lips as he watched me. “What are you thinking?”
I paused, giving him a look. He knew what I was thinking.
“Say it out loud, it might make you feel better.” He crossed his arms, leaning back against the wall separating the kitchen entrance to the open living room.
“I made contact with my ex for the first time in years,” I threw up my hands, glaring at him, hating that I was saying this out loud.
“Go on,” He motioned with one hand, I also got distracted by how his other arm tightened, protesting against his shirt with the movement.
“Ex doesn’t cover it, is it even an ex in werewolf terms?” I looked at him, but I didn’t expect an answer, “My child’s father, the Alpha of the pack of my birth, my destined mate chosen by our Goddess herself.” “That sounds better,” Caspien agreed.
“Doesn’t it?” I almost smiled despite myself, “That guy, is practically deciding my fate,” I chewed on my lip looking to the back of Emmett’s head had the same shade of brown as Nolan.
“He’s not, though,” Caspien said, bringing my attention back to him.
“I don’t know what he’s thinking; I don’t know what he will do. I don’t think I ever really knew him,” I admitted, my brows tugging together.
I stopped pacing, and Caspien wrapped his arms around me.
“What’s the worst that could happen?” He whispered into my hair.
I pulled back just enough so I could look into his eyes, “Are you serious?”
“Just playing devil’s advocate,”
“My son gets taken away, I have to co-parent with Nolan, I’m forced to move back to Blue Ridge.”
Caspien growled, pulling me tighter, “That won’t happen.”
“Just because you say it won’t doesn’t make it so,” But I wanted to believe him, I really wanted to.
“I don’t think you would be forced to do any of that. Worst case scenario, awkward visits and you’ll get some money from him.”
I sighed, I knew that. Logically I didn’t think that Nolan could take Emmett, and deep down, I knew he didn’t want him. But the what-ifs were eating at me. He was my baby, my life, and the reason for my existence shifted when I looked into his eyes. Okay, maybe not the first time. I had to get through some post-partum anxiety mixed with my normal depression, which was just a sparkling cocktail of fun garnished with sleepless nights.
But when I eventually came back to myself and saw him, really saw him. I knew that life as I knew it would never be the same.
Everything that I did from that moment on would be for him.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.