Page 42 of My Only Luna

Aaron smirks. “Now, now boys, let’s not fight over a girl,” Aaron says, earning a death glare from both of us. Liam gets to his feet. He is in worse shape than me. His nose is bloody and so is his lip, although it is healing up. I am just a mess with no visible bruises on me.

“I hate you for this Elijah,” Liam mutters. I look at him, my eyes returning to their usual dazzling blue.

“And I don’t blame you for that,” I reply, looking at the damaged car that still pisses me off. “But be ready for it. I don’t care who the fuck her mate is. She’s mine.” Liam frowns. The possessiveness in my voice is clear, and no one, and I mean no one, will stand in my way.

I wrench my car door open, gritting my teeth when the metal grates, but the door refuses to open more than six inches. If I pull it any more, it will break. Liam grins, walking around to the other side and getting into the back of the car.

“Careful there, Elijah. You don’t want it to fall apart completely now, do you?”

“Fuck,” I hiss venomously.

“Slide in from that side?” Aaron suggests nervously, feeling my anger growing, but even then, I can see he’s finding this amusing.

“You’re fucking fixing this shit,” I growl, walking around to the passenger side. I glare at the smirk on Liam’s face as I struggle to get my long limbs into the tight sports car. Once I am in my seat, I turn and punch Liam in the face.

“Dipshit.”

A Good Luna

Scarlett

“And so… they are in a hot, deliciously kinky relationship, defying not only the taboo of being stepsiblings but challenging even our divine Goddess Selene too. Look at them to be bound in this illicit yet exceptionally forbidden love!” Angela ends, making me raise an eyebrow. She has spent the last twenty minutes explaining my and Elijah’s relationship in a very theatrical, floral, exaggerated way to a very shocked Monica whilst she multitasked and grabbed a few tests and facial products. Although I’m not sure how many she thinks Monica will need…

“That was definitely overly exaggerated.”

“Oh, come on, it wasn’t,” Angela denies as we pay for the products as she looks over at Monica before leading her to the customer toilets.

“Wow… so only your family knows. How are they finding it?”

“Well, Dad isn’t happy.”

“I see, so Alpha Jackson isn’t happy, but they know and you two are willing to turn down your mates for one other?” Monica asks, looking at me for confirmation. I nod.

“That’s the plan, but let’s see when the Blood Moon comes,” I say. Although I am ready to, I don’t want to be so confident until Elijah rejects his mate.

“I think you are probably mates if your wolves are happy,” Monica muses. “My Grandmother once told me if your wolf has a positive pull to someone there is a high chance you are. It’s not always the case, but who knows? There’s a chance.”

“Thanks,” I say, offering her a small smile. People are taking it better than I thought they would. “So, you don’t find it weird?”

“Hell no, it’s hot and kinky, like Angela said. What’s not to like about a forbidden love story?” Monica grins, flashing her pearly whites.

“Okay, now missy, get that sexy ass in that stall and take the test!” Angela orders.

“Yes, ma’am!” Monica takes the test nervously. Angela and I wait anxiously for her, both looking up when she steps out of the stall and places the stick on the counter.

“Three minutes,” I say, glancing at the time on my phone.

“Three minutes…” Monica repeats nervously. The time passes slowly. Even Angela is too excited and nervous to talk. We have our backs to the counter. Monica fiddles with her necklace, Angela nibbles on her knuckle, and I run my fingers through my hair, my eyes fixed on my phone.

“Okay, three minutes are up,” I announce, looking at Monica. The three of us turn towards the stick. Two very clear lines show on the little screen, making Monica gasp and Angela squeal as she claps her hands and screams. “Congratulations!” I say as Monica smiles in shock before hugging me tightly.

“Thanks…” she says shakily.

“Oh my Goddess! Oh my Goddess! A new pup!” Angelasqueals, joining the hug, before I ease away from my friend’s death grip.

“So, don’t you think we should head back? You should tell Aaron ASAP,” I suggest, hoping it will get me out of shopping. However, Angela simply snorts while Monica shakes her head.

“I’ll tell him over dinner with a card. Come on, we need to shop! I’ll get the card too!” She links her arms with both of ours. I groan, making Angela snicker.

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