His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 62

JESSICA

YOU DON'T PLAY FAIR, MATE.

My arms are wrapped under each other atop the car door. Nathan is taking me dress shopping for the upcoming Ball at Elder De Santos’ pack.”

I push my face into the air, enjoying its soft caress. The sun bathes my face in its warmth. The fresh air and the sweet scents of nearby trees and flowers fill my lungs.

The beautiful scenery and people here have slowly become a part of my life. Yet, I wonder if it will last. I have yet to find my folks. Nathan has sent his men searching for my origins. What happens when he discovers where I come from? What if my parents want me to return to them? I know I am his mate, and according to our laws, I am supposed to stay by his side.

A realization tugs at the very center of my heart. A tug that is two-sided. I yearn for my family and also yearn to be with my mate.

I turn to look at Nathan, who is focused on driving, and my breath catches. He is like no man I have ever seen.

His red polo shirt hugs his broad chest and arms, emphasizing his muscles, while it drapes loosely over his stomach, hinting at the strength beneath. His white combat shorts cling to his hips, stopping at his knees where a trail of curly blonde hair runs downward.

An aura of strength, authority, and confidence surrounds him. Alphas usually exhibit this kind of aura, but his stands out stronger than any alpha I’ve known. Kizziah and Saul don’t have a fraction of this.

These attributes give him a special kind of attractiveness.

His green eyes suddenly meet mine, and I gasp at how the red shirt makes his eyes pop. Sunlight dances across his blonde strands, making them glow as if on fire.

If there was a male god somewhere, this must be how he would look. One whose powers make my heart stop beating every time he looks at me and get me all tingly down somewhere.

“Like what you see?” he drawls in that voice that makes my knees rubbery.

I flip my head back outside, hiding my blush and embarrassment. But when he picks up my hand, intertwining it with his, I turn back to him, basking in the warmth of his touch.

“Not that I mind being checked out by my mate,” he plants a soft kiss on my knuckles. “I want that daily for the rest of our lives.”

The rest of our lives.

I like the sound of that. I could sit and watch him for the rest of my life.

We continue in silence, and I turn my thoughts toward the pack again, leaving him to focus on driving.

The Thunderstorm Pack is structured in three layers, each with its own distinct feature, different from the Montana Pack where everyone stayed in one place.

The Main Town consists of shops, offices, a market square, a city center for fairs, celebrations, large events, the Warrior posts, clinic, borders, and the airport.

The Middle Town has schools, a College (Warrior training, History, Medicine, Strategy, etc.), and a Hospital. Some warriors live there due to their work at the borders in the Main Town.

The Inner Town is where the houses, the Pack House, Defense Headquarters, a warrior center (the last line of defense), and the dungeons are located.

Nathan’s mum and Cara have been teaching me about the pack.

“Why is your pack divided into three parts?” breaking his concentration with my question. My heart skips a beat as his eyes meet mine. He flashes me a smile before replying.

“Now that’s a good question only a true Luna would ask,” he says, taking my hand again. “And it’s your pack too,” he adds, giving me a quick glance. “That’s how my ancestors structured it. It was done to protect the core of the pack - the Inner Town - in case of an attack.”

“Is it like that with most packs?” I ask, crossing my legs and turning fully toward him.

“I highly doubt it. I’ve been to many packs, and none are like ours,” he says with a hint of pride in his eyes. “Most packs are usually just one large piece of land with many structures on it.”

“While yours is like a country.”

“Yours?”

“Sorry,” I chuckle at my mistake and the playful warning look in his eyes. “Our pack looks like a country on its own.”

“Better,” he tugs me close and rests my head on his shoulder while draping an arm over me. “It’s our own little country where I am the Alpha, and you are my Luna.”

“I like that,” I say, playing with the buttons on his chest and inching closer to his warmth.

“I hope I will be a good Luna,” sighing.

He looks down at me with a smile. “You are already a great Luna. You saved your people, and they love you for it….”

“Oh! I forgot the party!” interrupting him suddenly, my eyes widening as I remember the party I promised the kids. I jerk out of his arms, causing the car to sway on the road. “We need to shop for the party when we get to the mall!”

“What party?” he asks, his brows furrowing as he controls the car.

“The one I promised the kids at the hospital. I can’t let them think I forgot about them.” My mind fills with worry about what the kids could be thinking of me now. They are kids and will hold onto my word. I am also their Luna. My words count. “I need to throw the party immediately.”

“Oh, that party,” Nathan says with a sigh. He pulls me back into his chest.

“I am serious…”

“Relax, flower,” he cuts me off. “We have everything we need at the house. I made Kelly get everything ready for when you are prepared to host the kids.”

My head snaps up to his face. “You did?” surprised that he thought of doing that for me. He thought of it.

“Yeah, I did. I saw how you looked that day….”

I interrupt him again with a peck on his cheek and hear a gentle vibration in his chest.

“Thank you,” I say softly, my emotions tender. “For being thoughtful of everything that concerns me.”

“It’s my job, flower,” he gazes down at me. “It’s my job.”

We remain like that until we reach our destination. It’s a smaller building than the last one. The walls are painted cream with brown roofs. Few cars litter the front, and a water fountain sits in the middle of the circular driveway.

“This is another mall?” I ask as Nathan unbuckles his belt.

“It’s not a mall. Stay put,” he says, unlocking the door and walking out. My eyes follow his movements as he crosses to my side. My lips part slightly, an airy moan escaping them, as I watch his tall, muscular frame move. A pressure forms between my legs, and when his eyes lift to mine, I gasp and lick my lips.

His green eyes are darker when he reaches my side and opens the door for me. He puts both hands on the top of the car and bends his head inside, a cocky smile on his lips, his breath fanning my face as he looks at me.

“You don’t play fair, flower,” he says, his eyes on my lips.