What The Luna Wants

Chapter 2

ASHINA

Will not accept it? He doesn’t mean that.

"Maybe not now, but you can't possibly want me by your side and be your Luna until my dying breath."

I didn't want to sound bitter, but it was such bad timing and I didn't know what the Moon Goddess was thinking about pairing me up with Tre. We are so not a match! From level one to ten ten being the highest, we would be negative one!

I heard my wolf spat. “It’s still a number.”

I just groaned and did not bother answering her. Foxy can be annoying when she wants to be.

“I hear you, you know.”

So I shook my head while I gathered the sheet around me and prepared to leave.

“Can you maybe lend me your mother’s dress or skirt? Anything so I can go home. I can’t stay here.”

"Finn is restless and wants to come out. If you leave, he’ll be worse. Can you just stay for the night? Your clothes should be ready in the morning and I will drive you home myself.”

I stared at him blankly. What could this man possibly see in me? If he could just reject me and be done with it, it would work out better for the rest of us.

“If it’s really up to Finn, he would have claimed you by now.”

“I am assuming your wolf’s name is Finn. Tell him that I don’t want his canines sinking into my neck. We may be mates now, but just a while ago, your—“

“Don’t.” His face looked gloomy. He is not exactly thrilled with this new mate bond thing too. “I planned to talk to you about this morning at noon but I guess I have to do it now.” I waited patiently for what he had to say. “I need a wife.” My jaw dropped. “A pretend wife. My grandma is coming to the annual ball two weeks from now.”

“And so? How is that my problem?” I should have known it would still be business talk with him. Tre has always been boring.

“If we get married— fake, of course, she won’t suspect because we’re fated.” He cleared his throat. “You can show your cousin that you’ve moved on. She is not what she seems, Ash. I have heard her talk to Tyr about you many times. They weren’t pleasant.” That b***h!

“And what did your brother say?” Surely, he would defend me— I am his friend!

Tre frowned. “Nothing. They would laugh it off and make out. I don’t want to talk about my brother’s affairs anymore so—“

“Okay. I’m in.”

“Pardon?” He sounded shocked. Was he expecting me to say it twice?

I am so angry about my cousin’s phony concern when I confide to her about Tyr. All this time, she was laughing at my face. My hand balled into a fist. I have never been violent, but right now— I am so angry I feel like punching a wall.

And Tyr? I have no words.

“I’m sleeping here and tomorrow, we have breakfast together. You will need to be more—“ I don’t know how to say this without being misinterpreted. “Sweet. Loving. Think about it as practice. You have two weeks before your granny comes.” I fluff the pillow and lay down again.

Tre was still in shock.

“Staring is rude. Come to bed. We have a show tomorrow.”

I closed my eyes as the light dimmed. Only the bathroom light was on and even that looked barely lit. I hear Tre taking off his clothes. I am afraid to look. The idea of seeing him naked made Foxy wild.

“He is our mate. Don’t you want him?” It’s the freaking mate bond that’s making us feel connected. Without it, I would not see him as desirable.

“Liar. You had a secret crush on him years ago. You thought he was strict, but a prince charming nonetheless.” Foxy chuckled. “I want to see Finn tomorrow before we go home. Better yet, can we just stay here for the next two weeks? A month? Maybe forever?”

I blurted out something incoherent and Tre sat up in bed.

“If you can’t sleep, I can go in the guest room. You can stay here.”

“No, don’t go.” It was Foxy. I pushed her at the back of my head. “I’m just going to put a pillow between us for safety. We don’t want accidents during our fake relationship.”

By morning, I woke up with Tre’s arms around me and the pillow I put between us was nowhere to be found. His chin rested on top of my head and I felt warm and fuzzy. I told myself it was just a mate bond and nothing more. He only had boxers on and his sculpted chest was bare. Does he always sleep like this? His heartbeat is fast too.

I decided against getting up. However, I have to face the other way now that my arm is getting numb. I successfully lifted his arm and turned around before he pulled me again. Now I can feel his morning wood poking behind me.

I swallowed twice as Foxy and I fought. Tre nuzzled my neck as his hand caressed my tummy, slowly moving up to caress my breast. My legs parted instantly, aching for his attention too. Foxy is really enjoying his touch, and so am I.

When I said breakfast, I meant food— not me on the menu!

Before I could protest, my shirt hiked up and his mouth found one n****e. His other hand cupped my p***y and started rubbing it. He took his time as he moved down, I could feel his warm breath and all I do is moan his name.

And then he got up abruptly and went straight to the bathroom.

What did I do?! Was I not supposed to moan? I did say his name and not someone else?!