Chapter 92

Selene

"Luke really wants to do a paternity test now?" I ask Makayla as we pack my stuff up to move into the packhouse. Tomorrow is the big day—Phoenix and I are stepping up as the new Alpha and Luna of the Nightfang pack. The thought makes my stomach flip with a mix of excitement and nerves.

Makayla nods, her hands pausing over one of my sweaters. "Yeah, we're going to go together after the Alpha Ceremony to do it. I can't believe he actually reached out to me in the first, but he sounds serious about it. Apparently, he wants to be more involved in my life."

I frown, momentarily forgetting about the packing. "And how do you feel about that?"

She shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant, but I can see the emotion swirling in her eyes. "A little worried, I guess. What if we don't connect like fathers and daughters should? He was like a father to Phoenix, but I'm nothing like him. Phoenix is lowkey a psychopath."

I shoot her a pointed look, but she isn't wrong. Phoenix can be a little intense at times, but he's mine.

"I keep thinking about my mom, and why she ran off when she was pregnant with me. Like...is there a possibility Luke isn't a good guy? But my mom wasn't a good person either really." She groans loudly. "Ugh, I just wish everything wasn't so confusing and complicated."

I reach over and squeeze her hand, giving her a reassuring smile. "It's only complicated if you make it that way. Let Luke in, and you'll find out for yourself the kind of person he is."

Although, I think he has shown us plenty that he has a pure heart and cares about all of us. He's like the cool uncle of the entire group.

"No matter what you've got Phoenix, Sam, Loki, and I. If you need a little buffer while you get to know Luke, we're all here for you," I continue.

She laughs nervously. "You're talking like we already know he's my father."

"Don't we?" I grab a roll of packing tape and start taping up my boxes.

"I guess we'll find out and see tomorrow."

After a moment, she shifts the conversation with a teasing grin. "So, how does it feel knowing you're going to become our Luna tomorrow?"

"I'm a little nervous," I admit, folding one of Phoenix's shirts into an empty box. "But it's nothing I can't handle now." I glance at her, my lips quirking into a smile. "I mean, I was born into a long line of Alpha, right? This is what I'm supposed to do."

Makayla nods. "Fair point, and you'll be amazing at it. I know it."

As we continue packing, she glances at me with a dreamy look in her eyes. "I can't believe I'm going to be Loki's Beta female. It feels like a dream."

I roll my eyes playfully. "Don't remind me. The way you look at each other makes me want to gag."

Her cheeks flush. "Shut up! Do you know how many times I've have to see you look at Phoenix like you want to screw him in front of us? Or better yet, how many times I've heard it?"

I laugh, my own face heating up as I throw a pillow her way. "Hey, that wasn't my fault. He started it!"

She giggles, catching the pillow. "He definitely finished it too," she says, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. But then, her expression shirts, turning serious as she chews on her lip. "Loki's going to mark me tomorrow. Like we're going to go all the way."

I mentally shudder. I bet there's years and years of pent-up frustration Loki's been holding back. He's probably going to tear her apart, though knowing how serious he is about her, he won't give her anything she can't handle.

"How do you feel about that?" I ask her.

Makayla exhales, thinking about it. "Excited, I think. My wolf has been practically begging him to mark us, but other than the one or two times I had sex with Jamie, I'm a little unexperienced. I just don't want to...I don't know, disappoint him."

I raise my eyebrows, giving her a reassuring nudge. "I don't think that's possible. You're his mate, you were made for him. Trust me, you won't disappoint him. But...just pack some ice just in case, for you know...after."

Makayla gasps, her eyes widening in shock. "Do you think it's really going to be that rough?"

I grin, trying to hide my amusement. "That's for you to find out, and then tell me about later."

Before Makayla can respond, Phoenix's commanding voice cuts through the room. "Tell you about what?"

I whip around to see him standing in the doorway, arms crossed, that usual smug smirk playing on his lips as his gaze locks on mine.

"I hope you're not asking about Loki's cock size. The only big dick you need to worry about is mine."

Makayla blushes, shielding her face with her hands. "Oh my goddess," I hear her mutter under her breath.

I roll my eyes, but can't stop the smile that tugs at my lips. "Of course not. I only care about yours, my possessive mate." I stand on my feet. "What are you doing here anyway? I thought you had some things to take care of with Loki in preparation for tomorrow."

"We just finished," he says, stepping closer. "Everything's set now."

I squint my eyes, not missing the way he says "now". "What did you two do?" I ask, the suspicion clear in my voice.

Phoenix shrugs, his smile widening mischievously. "Don't worry, we didn't have to kill anyone. Just make our presence known to a few people."

I want to ask him to elaborate on that, but he quickly changes the subject, his eyes darting to the half-packed boxes. "Are you two done yet?"

"Almost," I say, wrinkling my nose. "I didn't expect you to have so many goddamn clothes, and most of them are just plain black shirts."

Like what he's wearing right now.

Phoenix chuckles, gently tugging me up from the floor and wrapping his arms around me. "You aren't complaining when you're eye-fucking me in those shirts," he whispers huskily into the shell of my ear.

He's not wrong. Anything he wears is like male lingerie to me.

And I'm definitely not complaining when he takes them off.

I shudder at the thought, immediately feeling pressure between my legs.

"Eww, I have ears guys!" Makayla protests, dramatically pretending to gag.

Phoenix glances over my shoulder at her. "Loki's in the living room. I'm pretty sure he's looking for you or something," he mutters, and I laugh at his attempt to get my best friend out of the room so he can ravish me.

I push against his chest, smirking. "Not right now. We need to finish packing, and you're only going to slow us down."

He stares down at me, his wolf flashing in his eyes. "Hmm, I didn't know you were the one in charge here."

I cross my arms. "Well, I am. Now, go hang out with the guys and let us get this done."

His lust pulses through the bond, making my skin tingle, but all he does is smirk. "Fine," he drawls. "I'll correct that later, little wolf."

Then, before I can say anything, he pulls me into a deep, slow kiss, devouring my mouth until I'm breathless and wanting more. When he finally releases me, he winks and and saunters out of the room.

I let out a frustrated sigh, my lips still tingling from the kiss.

Fuck. Now I'm horny.

When I turn back at Makayla, she's trying to stifle a laugh.

"What?" I ask, rolling my eyes playfully.

She grins. "I saw how much control it took for you to do that. Good job, Luna Selene. Your first task in charge was a success."

I can't help but laugh. "Let's just hurry up and finish packing before he comes back."

I don't know how much I can resist him a second time.

Makayla nods, and we get back to work, but I smile to myself as her words sink in.

Luna Selene.

Yeah, I like the sound of that.