Page 52 of King Luna

Chapter 13

The next time I stir, my wolf growls at Noah for trying to exit the bed. He doesn’t listen, attempting to slip away from me, just slower—as if I wouldn’t notice. I growl deeper, not entirely conscious as my lips lift in warning to flash my incisors.

When I crack open one eye, I find Noah barely containing a laugh. “O-oh, Goddess. You’re totally turning into a mother wolf.”

My jaw tightens. “Don’t laugh at me. I want to hold you.”

Noah bites back an even heavier threat of a laugh. “I know, and I-I love you. But I also need to pee.”

I gasp, retracting my claws. “Oh. Sorry.”

“Shh. Go back to sleep.” Noah struggles to contain himself with a shaking voice as he pries his body from my limp arms.

The next time I open my eyes, my wolf growls through me again, pawing Noah’s gentle touch away from my face.

“God, you’re the cutest wolf I’ve ever fucking seen. You don’t have to get up, and I won’t disturb you for much longer. Just open those scowling lips to drink some water for me, my love.”

I fumble for the cup with my eyes closed, downing the whole glass with how thirsty I am. As I catch my breath, I groan. “This bed isn’t right.”

Noah’s breath hitches. When I pry open one eye, almost all color has left beyond blues and yellows, my furiously attractive mate biting his lips in grayscale. He stares back, wide-eyed. Ishut my eyes again, grumbling at the glimpse I caught of the disastrous state of my bed.

“Mate, help me. I need more blankets.” I huff, shoveling armfuls of the comforter around me to plump up the mattress.

“Oh, shit. Are you...?” Noah whispers.

His hand brushes my forehead, and it takes everything within me not to snap my jaws at him, barely opening one eye again to glare and growl.

“Sorry, sorry— Blankets, you said?” Noah backs up quickly, flinging open the cabinet behind him and grasping for anything soft he can find. I close my eyes, satisfied with his efforts.

“I’m so tired,” I groan, unable to stop my arms from digging, digging, digging, not willing to stop until everything around me feels plushy enough.

“I know, Luna. Listen to your maternal instincts. Are you almost done?” The laughter in Noah’s voice deepens my frown.

“Don’t make fun of me, Alpha. I really am tired. It hurts.”

“Oh, sweet Omega. I’m so sorry. I’m not laughing at you, my love. I just find you so endearing. You’re going to be such a good mom.”

Purring, I nuzzle my face into the blankets, unable to lift my arms a single time more—not even to drop my body back into bed, my ass left high in the air.

Noah purrs back, easing me onto my side until my body droops into the mattress in submission. “There you go. Crawl back in and go to sleep, okay? I won’t disturb the bedding again.”

Growling at the thought of my blankets being disrupted, I burrow deep into the fresh blankets Noah supplied me with, cocooned by squishy fabric.

“Good girl,” Noah purrs, sending a tingling warmth between my legs. I wiggle my hips, too tired to fully invite him into bed to mate, but Noah shushes me gently. “No, no, sweet Omega. I’m not meaning to get you riled up. Get your sleep.”

“But don't I need to get up soon?” I mumble.

“No, my love. I’d make the whole world wait for you if I had to, yeah? But there’s no pressure at all today. Just rest.”

I’m so exhausted that the only thing I can sense is Noah’s giddy adoration. His gentle touch on my cheek lulls me back to sleep with a weak smile.

The next time I wake up, my bladder is about to explode—as if our baby is sitting right on top of it. I scramble to the toilet just in time, sighing in relief.

That’s weird. Noah isn’t in our room or the bathroom. Maybe he had something to do?

It’s silly, but I miss him already. I have a feeling we’ll be mushy around each other the entire Summit—like proper newlyweds.

Hey, cutie. Where’d my big, scary Alpha go?I mindlink.

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