The Wolf King's Luna

CHAPTER 44

CATHERINE.

The rest of the week passes by in a slow haze. Everyone is so busy putting security protocols in place while I and Diana plan on the best way to present myself to who would be our future allies.

While it was indirectly my fault for all those deaths, I still can't be seen as a weakling.

Diana has been prepping me on how a Luna of a great pack carries herself.

That being said, there has been no chance of a repeat performance of what happened that morning between Damon and me.

Unfortunately.

I hear a snort at the back of my mind at that thought.

"You are back," I say to my wolf.

"Did you miss me?" she asks.

"Not really. You have been quiet these past weeks. Why?"

"I was giving you two some space. You know, so you can get to know each other."

"Right. And?"

She snorts again before answering, "If you must know, my mate and I have been catching up. It has been eons since we last saw each other."

Right.

Eternal lovers and all that.

"You can have some respect when thinking about us. Because of me, you are now in a position of great authority."

"I didn't ask for that," I tell her.

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"But thank you," I say, quickly pacifying her. "It is a great honor."

She sniffs in response. "You are most welcome."

What a drama queen.

"You know I am in your head right? I can hear everything you think."

"I don't care. Speaking of that, I take it you are aware of the recent goings on around here?" I ask.

"I am."

"So? What do you think?"

"I think you and Damon should just mate already."

"What? Where did that come from?" I demand.

"You all are worried about Vance laying claim to you or the other Alphas demanding some form of restitution from you. All that worry will Vanish if you both consume your bond. You will be Luna. Damon's equal. And not just that, once the bond is complete, your powers and his will grow exponentially and will continue to do so."

"Is sex all you ever think about?" I ask in a deadpan tone.

"Yes. I want cubs," she replies in a similar tone.

"You are impossible."

"You can't deny it though, my way has merit."

It hurts to say it but it does. It will give me an extra layer of protection and the right to influence any decisions taken.

But I don't want my first time to happen because of a political move.

I want it to be special.

"I can understand that," my wolf says. "I guess we are sticking with your complicated human plans."

She fades out of my mind and I focus on the files in my hands.

Damon had it delivered to me a few days ago. It contained the names and pictures of the three Alphas coming today.

Alpha Craig of the Sage pack, Alpha Monroe of the Grange pack, and Alpha Tobias of the Russet pack.

All friends, all older than Damon. And Vance. These Alphas belong to our parents' generation, which could be a good thing or a bad thing.

Good in the sense that they have the wisdom and skill set to maneuver the shitstorm we are about to get in, bad in the sense that they could use that same skill set to fuck us up.

Please Moon Goddess, don't let them fuck us up.

I know everyone says it is silly, me worrying about the alliance, especially when The Falcon has assured us that it is going to be alright.

But I have had a long life of disappointments when I always thought it would be alright, habits are hard to kill.

As I continue studying the file, I hear a quiet set of footsteps heading towards me.

It doesn't alarm me.

I am already used to everyone's sounds and quirks and I know who this one is.

The smile unwittingly crawls onto my face as I wait for them to make their move.

Quickly, a pair of strong, muscled arms snakes their way across my waist, lifting me from the chair and making me squeal.

"Damon! Put me down you brute," I exclaim

"No. I have missed you too much," he says before whirling around and making me dizzy.

"Stop. You are going to make me throw up."

That pulls him to a halt, and he quickly places my back on my feet.

"As you wished," he says with a cheeky smile.

"Thank you," I reply as I fix my gown. "And what do you mean you missed me? You saw me this morning."

"That was ages ago."

"It was approximately three hours ago," I retort.

"Ehn, who is counting?" he teases as he pulls me to him for a kiss.

I evade him as I run to the other side of the table.

I am not about to start what we can't finish again.

He pouts at me for the distance between us. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"I am not avoiding you. The Alphas are going to be here soon. We need to be at our best to receive them."

"We are already at our best, I believe we can even be better. Come on," he says as he begins to chase me around the table. "Just a kiss. One kiss."

"Damon, stop," I laugh out as I move around to evade him.

I don't last long. In one sneaky maneuver, he snatches me at my waist and pushes me to the wall, both of us, slightly out of breath and not just from the running.

"Caught you," he whispers huskily, his breath mixing with mine and our chests heaving in tandem.

"You caught me," I affirm.

The kiss this time is slow, sensual, toe-curling. We take our time, learning each other's taste.

Little nibbles here and there.

It is enough to-

"Ahem."

We both spring apart to see Diana watching us, a twinkle in her eyes.

"Sorry to interrupt, but the Alphas are here. "