Page 82 of My Only Luna

“I’m glad. You are a blessing, child. Always remember that.” I let her words sink in. I don’t know why the Goddess blessed me as an alpha, but I will never take it for granted. Sure, I’ve often resented Selene, but she is also the one to bless me with Elijah as my mate. I will be an alpha that will make my pack, my family, and my mate proud. Picking up a slice of coconut cake, I smile contently. Something about such a simple conversation with Grandma Amelia puts me at ease. Telling her about everything that has happened is pleasant. I always enjoy our moments together.

After my visit to GrandmaAmelia’s, I stop at the small snack shop we have on pack grounds to grab some treats for later and make my way to Angela’s home. She’s been quieter since our return and I know what she’s like. She won’t ever admit it, but she’s going through a lot. She’s been a lot quieter on text too, a big warning flag when it comes to Angela.

Ringing the doorbell, I wait until it’s opened by her father. Although we are best friends, I prefer it when Angela comes to mine. Something about the atmosphere around Angela’s home makes me a little uneasy.

However, today the tension as I’m allowed in is obvious. Iwonder why.

“She’s in her room,” Mr Jacobs grunts before he walks off to the lounge. I nod before quietly, yet quickly, hurrying upstairs to Angela’s room.

“So have you told your parents yet?” I ask Angela. It’s a short while later and I’m sprawled across her bed, lying on my tummy.

She shakes her head. “No… although I know some of our pack members know, I think yours and Elijah’s news was enough to squash mine out, and I’m relieved,” she mutters.

I look over at her sympathetically. “You will have to sooner or later.”

She nods, but it’s clear she doesn’t want to talk about it, and instead shows me what she purchased in the recent sales.

We continue chatting before Mrs Jacobs comes upstairs to call us down for dinner.

“Oh, thank you, Mrs Jacobs, I already have eaten,” I say politely.

“You are the Luna of our pack, well soon to be, you are always welcome, besides it’s dinner time.”

I smile. That last part makes me a little uncomfortable. Of course, if I come here during dinner time, they will tell me to eat. I help myself to stir-fried noodles just as Haru returns home.

His gaze sweeps over Angela and me before he takes his seat opposite Angela.

“Busy day?” Mr Jacobs asks.

“The usual,” he replies curtly.

Seriously, the dude is so grumpy…

“Is the food to your liking?” Mrs Jacobs asks, and I realise I’mswirling it around my plate.

“Oh yeah, thank you.”

We fall silent again and dinner is indeed a sordid affair. Mr Jacobs is focused on his food, a deep frown on his face. Mrs Jacobs makes sure his cup is never empty. Haru sits across from us, an arrogant expression on his face every time Angela or I exchange a word, like we are annoying or something. The dude needs to get laid. He’s a grumpy asshole.

Once dinner is over, we offer to clean up, but Mrs Jacobs shakes her head. “I am not having the future Luna in my kitchen. You may go to Angela’s room.”

“Thank you,” I say, knowing better than to argue with her. We excuse ourselves from the table, trying not to say anything until we are back in the safety of her room.

“Dinner at yours is so gloomy,” I whisper.

Angela giggles. “Trust me, if I didn’t look so much like Mom, I’d think I’m adopted.”

I stifle a snicker as she begins to skim through the DVDs to choose which to watch and I grab the bag of snacks I had purchased on the way here.

“Okay, so, Aladdin or Beauty and the Beast?” Angela asks, holding up both DVDs of the live-action movies.

“Aladdin,” I say, leaning against the headboard as I take out the drinks.

“Aladdin it is!” Angela puts the movie on before she walks over and drops onto the bed next to me. The movie starts and both of us dig into the snacks. “I love the songs in here.”

“My favourite is Prince Ali,” I agree. “There’s just something about traditional songs.”

“Oh yeah, you loved singing that one,” Angela says, amused, as she opens a packet of crisps, her eyes on the movie. I nod as we fall into a pleasant silence. Speaking occasionally, but for the most part, we enjoy the quiet. I see Angela’s phone screen light up, the name ‘Cassandra’ flashing on the screen.

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