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I pull her away from the wall as soon as I know my legs will hold me while moving. The satisfied, dreamy smile on my Serenity’s face makes me want to tilt my head up to the moon and howl. From the way she giggles, I have no doubt she can feel my smug pride through our bond.
After I get her settled into bed, her eyes fluttering closed, I make sure to clean her up. I slide into bed and pull my mate against my chest, loving the gentle weight of her. The way she snuggles into me, her breathing going soft and steady, is something I will never take for granted.
I waited too long for moments like these not to soak them up and enjoy them for all they are worth. Everything has been going well, but I also know what looms. I have a sinking feeling those Waning Moon fucks are going to try something at the Alpha meeting.
They have no idea the packs I have at my back, but they will. The number of packs who look down on them, especially now, will become apparent very quickly.
The fact that Todd has been given the Alpha title, which I heard through the pack gossip mill, is only going to make them look weaker than they already did. Part of me can’t wait. I’ll just always worry about my little mate.
Serenity’s training has been going very well and she’s started training with the pack which has made their respect for her grow even more. I’m going to make sure she’s ready, that she feels strong, but I’ll also make sure that no one touches her.
I’ll rip off anyone’s head who tries to harm her with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. She deserves nothing less.
CHAPTER 14
SERENITY
I feel nauseous and I’m not sure if it’s nerves or because I’m pregnant. I should be glowing and feeling excited, which I am, don’t get me wrong, but right now I feel like I could throw up on everyone here at the reception to kick off the Alpha meeting. The only thing keeping me standing and even remotely coherent is the grip I have on Tristan.
Heisdefinitely glowing. The smug male.
Last week, on a random Tuesday, he took a deep inhale of my scent and started howling. At first, it startled me half to death. When he started babbling about being proud of his ‘little swimmers’, everything became very clear.
I smacked his shoulder which had his head whipping around, a look of worry on his face. His hands hovered over me like he was afraid even the slightest touch would have me breaking like glass. It was endearing and annoying, but mostly endearing.
“Are you okay? What do you need? Are you hungry? Sick? Pregnant she-wolves get sick right? Morning sickness, I think it’s called,” he mused.
I stared at him blankly until he got himself under control and then spoke very slowly, my eyebrow arched, “So, I take it from your rambling that I’m pregnant?”
He shouted, “Yes! You’re pregnant, my little wolf. We’re going to have a pup.”
Tristan looked beyond thrilled, so as much as I wanted to mess with him about his delivery of the news, I couldn’t do it. I could feel the excitement and the joy coming from him. After talking about it, we decided to tell the immediate family and pack hierarchy but wait until the Luna ceremony to announce it to the pack.
That is, of course, if Tristan can keep it to himself.
His parents and Cora are ecstatic that I’m pregnant. I’ll admit, I was a little worried about their reaction because of how young I am. It might be common in packs for females to get pregnant young, but the fact that he was waiting for me for eight years is a factor in how people view us. It’s not usually in a negative light, but I’ve learned to be cautious.
I must not have done a very good job of hiding my worry about their reaction because Emma hugged me tight, one of those great mom hugs, and assured me, “We are thrilled to know we’re going to have grandpups. You’ve made our son so happy and we’re so glad you’re in our family. We couldn’t be prouder or more excited about what comes next for you,” she pulled back a little and winked at me, “Luna.”
Did I start to bawl? Yes. Did I blame the pregnancy hormones? Of course, but I don’t think anyone believed me.
Tristan’s fingers flex against my hip where his hand has been since we walked out of the room that we’re staying in on the Alpha floor of Golden Summit’s packhouse. Everyone at the pack has been very welcoming and I’ve been a little surprised with how kind the majority of the Alpha, Luna, and Beta couples I’ve met so far have been. Of course, the drama has not arrived yet and I’m waiting for it, both annoyed that I can’t get it out of the way and dreading it.
I feel so much stronger now than I did before and it hasn’t been all that long since I left Waning Moon. Love and acceptance do wonders it seems. I was starved of those basic things for so long and now it’s something I can count on. I wrap my fingers around my mate’s hand where it rests, not to tug it away, but to squeeze and show Tristan how much he means to me.
“Crew,” my mate growls when the Alpha of Golden Summit approaches us.
He’s the total All-American, golden boy. Every stereotype of the man whose life always goes his way? That’s Crew. I can’t say he can’t back up his success though. Golden Summit is one of the top packs in the country, right alongside Blood Rising.
There’s also something else underneath Crew’s affable exterior—a cunning and a fierceness required in a good Alpha. It’s there if people bother to look. I have a feeling he counts on them not looking deep enough and enjoys surprising people with it when it suits him.
He hasn’t found his Luna yet. I don’t want to jump to conclusions without knowing, but he doesn’t strike me as the kind of guy who decided to wait for their mate. I give Tristan’s hand another squeeze, the tingles of our bond dancing over our skin.
“That’s a rude way to greet one of your oldest friends, Tris,” Crew pouts and I bite my lip to stop myself from giggling.
“I know you’re coming over here to give me shit for something. And I have no doubt you’re going to try and flirt with my Luna to piss me off,” my mate grumbles, but I can hear the love he has for his friend in his voice.
Crew looks at me and winks, a huge smile spreading across his face. “Now that you mention it, I really can’t believe you would settle for this bruiser when you could upgrade, sweetness,” his voice is a caress, but it does nothing for me.
